Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.


You know that new collaborative blog I've mentioned a few (read: a gajillion (Crockett hates it when I use the word gajillion, which makes no sense to me - it's so descriptive without being at all specific) ) times? The Road More Travelled?

It's aliiiiveeee ahahahaha. Sort of. Laura and I can't see it on our computers, but every other computer in the world can see it.

Who the hell knows why that is, but also? Who cares. Go read it. Laura started us off by writing about writing.

P.P.S. I'm done pimping that here. Promise. Cross my heart. Hope to die*.

*That seems a little excessive, so probably not actually hope to die. But the rest is true.

what does 'placed at a crime scene mean?'

little boxes on a hillside