Awhile ago, I mentioned that I write abbreviated letters to myself and tuck them away in pockets. I also mentioned that I never clean my pants. As a result, I sometimes end up months later finding messages I don’t remember writing, like little notes to me from my pants. Here are a few new ones.
Peeing with great vengeance.
There may come a time when I don’t reblog this post but that day is not this day.
If I ever don’t reblog this, its because I’m dead.
Neil Gaiman has released a book of his great commencement address, Make Good Art.
When things get tough, this is what you should do: Make good art. I’m serious. Husband runs off with a politician — make good art. Leg crushed and then eaten by a mutated boa…