Happy Leap Day
Five Hundred Twenty Seven Thousand Forty Minutes!
Five Hundred Twenty Seven Thousand Forty Minutes!
This is not a photoblog, and I don’t want it to become one. I’m aggregating a picture a day, week by week, Sunday evenings.
This is not a photoblog, and I don’t want it to become one. I’m aggregating a picture a day, week by week, Sunday evenings.
The Big Ugly Horoscope. Catch up with your own personal astro-illogical future for the weekend and next week – your daily dose of destiny under your sign.
Truth: I have all the rhythm of a busted metronome trying to swing, tick-tock-splot, in a bucket of jello.