Guess who has a hundred changesets in a tree that refuses to merge because of a bug in Bazaar?
I’ve been spewing so much recently, I’m seriously considering Twitter.
Except, that would be retarded.
Life is a post-hoc narrative. The last time we really spoke, I had just arrived in Sydney. And so we turned the page to the chapter of my life…
Big changes are afoot. I've moved to Singapore— seemingly for the next year. Taking advantage of the locale, I've visiting the nearby…
Saw it coming; my cab slipping under the back of the van. Flew forward; shouting because it seemed right. Felt stupid; knowing there was nothing…