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I saw the space shuttle today. There might have been some difficulty swallowing. Probably because of the angle of my head. Yeah, that's it.

Well, for some of us, anyway.

...the official music of all climbing gyms is Cake.

I'd have extra room for my crush that way!

(I already have the nose for it...)

Rabbit. Rabbit.

http://www.youtube.com/embed/wmWScmSQp34

Putting messages in bottles is about hope, right? That against the odds, someone will find it, read the message, and answer it somehow.

So when I post, it's a little like that. Except I always expect to get that answer even though I know it can't happen, so it's not like I"m hoping. Still, there the answer isn't, and it's like running flat out into a wall.

When the hell did I learn to expect? It's a bad habit. I should stop.

Still, tonight I found myself at a very small Halloween party. There was a superheroine and a cowboy and a guitar player. They fed me a lot of food and beer and sang three different birthday songs. I didn't expect any of it. And if it wasn't perfect, it was only because perfect was impossible, not because none of us tried hard enough.

I miss you, Harpy. I miss you, and it's not fucking fair, and if someone told me God needed you more than I do, that someone would get a face full of knuckles. But I have to stop expecting, don't I? No matter what I post, that comment isn't coming. The bottle comes back empty.

I have to remember all the things you can do with an empty bottle.

Also, I probably shouldn't drink that much beer.

Pregnant women control birth to avoid Halloween

What are you wearing for trick-or-treating?

This guy's feet.