it's friday the 13th

i've been sitting here, staring at this screen for close to an hour, desperately trying to find something insightful, witty or funny to write about to no avail.

sure, a whole bunch of words spewed out, but damn, son, it stunk more than leftover chinese food left in an airtight car for a week during the summer.

so i'll just shut up.

video taken during the flower garden trip. no sharks or divers were hurt during the filming.

here fishy fishy fishy

this is purely for my own enjoyment. something to stop me from smacking every single coworker of mine (well, maybe except one). something about going to my happy place or something.

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with a sly, slightly mischievous, i-know-something-you-don't smile on her face, she sits there, across from me. Strands of her hair cascades down the front, semi-covering her right eye. her face is tilted slightly downwards, but she's looking right at me.

i study the freckles on her face, trace the upward curling of her lips with my eyes, see her hand moving her hair out of her face, stare into her big brown eyes.

and i get lost.