Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

Yes, my brother Matthew had a perm and I had short shorts.



Grandmother Hlavna encouraged us to be geeks early on in life, by doing things like knitting 14-foot scarves to fuel my Dr. Who needs.
 No, I don't know what the hell that facial expression is. I'm blaming Tourette's.



My boss at the flower shop was so old that she didn't know who I was supposed to be. As such, I was allowed to deliver flowers like this. Scared the pee out of people.

I used to be so thin.

Fuck.

benjamin
Omnigeek