just like on oprah

fluff hunt 2001

what do you do when you're in chapel hill, north carolina, and you really need a fluffernutter? with real fluff, not marshmallow creme? you pick up another yankee friend at 11PM on a school night, both put on 2XXL denver broncos t-shirts and thermal legging pants and start driving.

first - west to greensboro. fluff at food lion? (click to see)


keep going west, fluff in winston-salem?


not looking good going west, we know they have it in maryland, let's head back towards the coast. huge fires on the side of the road:


fluff in roanoke, virgina?


fluff in baltimore, maryland?


that's the real stuff there:


what a rush


his name is jeff, he was a sous chef-


a couple of fluffernutters in the car and it's back to chapel hill. somebody's house fell off its trailer:

the end.

happy birthday panda kelly

wonderin if she'd changed at all

4 haikus

if nobody else
will do it sometimes you have
to call your own bluff

quiet through the week
weekends come washing machines
hoses drills vacuums

everybody has
secrets or is it just they're
too lazy to share

what more do i seek
will anything be enough
but the greenest grass

the basstards

the basstards play for deaf people, because the basstards aren't great at music, but deaf people only hear the drums & bass, and the basstards can play those well enough.

omg a real amish family

taken in balboa park about a month ago, the mom totally caught me:

first checkbook register

copy cat

i wanna get haiku, so haiku

each inhalation
drives yourself further up a
wall with no return

so high you so low
the end is near this i know
ashes to us all

there's a million ways
to get from now to later
burn your blazing path

freedom to me is
sitting in the sun humming
little drummer boy

out of this world jealousy

she's mighty mighty