A farewell poem, that warms my (sometimes icy) heart.

“Take me to New York” we hear him say

as the Uber driver swiftly takes him away

only a pashmina flapping in the wind

and a glimmer from a broach can be seen within

We head up to the 4^th floor

and quietly walk through the door.

What will we do without Phillip here?

He has made our days filled with cheer!

We will lunch on his last day (10/4) at half past twelve

and into his SDI memories we will delve

Join us to thank Phillip for 7 1/2 years of fun!

because like him there is no one!

She's totes an eater.

Life, ladies and others, is all about the little things. 

NEF: I also want some vanilla oreos...

but then people with deffo think I'm a eater.

I just found the tootsie pop you gave me

I'm eating that.

And there was an Indian on it so I made a wish.

This day is just getting better and better.

Hallelujah.

I'm related to these people. The voice and the guitar. And I'm damn proud of it. 

#NewParentProblems

I love her.

___

JAF: ok im heading out

my dad is picking me up because my car is broken and costing me $1300

our baby will wear paper bags.

love you byee

Weekend: A Look Ahead.

This lady makes me smile all zee time.

JAF: k i'm leaving

text me and things

monday is my 2 yr anniversary

tonight we buy a cat

tomorrow we get an estimate on our bathroom remodel

apple harvest festival maybs

dinner

laying

love you

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Geogetown Canal.

We don't want no scrubs.

You know how some pop songs can come sprialling back into your head with full lryical recognition expression and melody expression? After YEARS of not hearing the tune, there it is.

Today, TLC's 'no scrubs' slowly started ringing in my head while I was making some edits to an advertisement ...

''hangin' out the passenger side of yah best friend's ride tryin' to holla at me!"

There was no escaping it. Obviously, I set this as my away status on gchat.

A pal comments:

JAF: i don't want no scrubs, scrubs is da guys who don't get no love from me

nooooo scruuuubbss (no! no!) nooooo scrruuubbs

you live at home with your mommma

oh YES son, i'm talkin to you

something something something

wanna get with me with no money NO NO i don't want noooooo scrubs

i really liked that song in jr high

*confession time*

i dated a scrub, his namy was billy

i used to write his name on my wall in my closet (behind my clothes)

and when he broke up with me i wrote NO SCRUBS and xed it out

it's still there.

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Kent: HA!! this is the most ah-maz-ing story ever.