A divine intervention
"Are any of your posts about anything that is worth posting about?" He asks. "If it makes me laugh, it is worth it."
"Are any of your posts about anything that is worth posting about?" He asks. "If it makes me laugh, it is worth it."
"I've sewed the bottom of the sock to the top." He explains, trying to get his fellow conscripts to take a more active interest in his problem. "There's no way my foot is going to fit in it now."
I look around to see if there are security cameras, that I might submit a video of the park to the professional parallel parkers' association for prizes or honorary membership.
I bring coffee when I travel now. My beans and a grinder, and my Hario V60.
I'm excited to use my screwdriver, but– I've learned this from my Dad– you have to curse a bit.
More than just pretending he doesn't see me, he wants me to know he is pretending.
"Just thirty seconds," I hear the DJ announce as we are hurrying to find a space at the top of the mountain. "The sun will be up in thirty seconds."
Chwi-namul doesn't really have a common English translation, but from its latin name, it is sometimes deliciously translated as Aster Scaber.