I just had to get it out of my chest.
“Sir, do you know her? Looks like she dropped something,” the person on the counter said. Someone was about to pick it up when Jessie grabbed the organizer from the ground. He opened it and checked the first page. Good. He knew she was the type to write stuff down, and now he has her… Continue reading Part 7 – Journal
I really hate a lot of things about him.
Anthony Bourdain got it right. No matter where you go, there will always be meat on the grill. That’s the universal language of love: good food, cold beer and great company.
My son taught me a valuable lesson today. I bought a toy in an event I volunteered for last Saturday. I was walking around the place for some time, looking for something unique, something my kid would love. I left him that morning in tears, and according to my mother, my kid can now pass… Continue reading The Toddler and the Frog
This just bothers me. I have become one of the millions of Facebook users that has become a political analyst overnight. Unlike some, I try my best to think about what I post before I post it, and I try not to join the caravan of fools posting and sharing stuff on social media just… Continue reading Whistle, whistle
Too much clutter, too much time