Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Sometimes the morning brings with it such sunshine of which dreams are made. This sunshine presents a five minute window whereby the reflection off the McMansions on the hill renders them quite interesting (whereupon the sun shifts, and they revert to hideously ugly monstrosities that are a blight on the landscape).

Fun fact of the day!

I like the song Fat Bottomed Girls in an equal but opposite correlation to the song Bicycle Race. Think of it as Queen with magnets.