Pet Sounds, Privilege and, perhaps, the Pernickety
Hi you. Haiku. Hike ooh.
A year ago this past Sunday, my nana passed away after a battle with cancer. Here is the eulogy I delivered on his death anniversary.
Forget Beckham. Putellas, Martens, Toone (personal favourite), Hansen, Miedema, and others exist. And you should watch them play football.
It’s lazy boy summer but things are cool.
This firebug, tired.
I will be fine.
Honestly, can’t you do anything right?
Drag me out.
Things are pretty. Things are weird.