Ramble tagged 'Tim'

I don’t know what Darren is trying to imply with these photos he’s taken of us…

Close-ups aint pretty and shaving is a bitch.

Taken by our wonderful friend Dakota Please-Move-To-Portland-Too Keck.

Jon eating a pretzel with a knife and fork.. ..wild crazy times I tell you.

I’m just putting off packing now, you say?

Very perceptive, I say.

This is what constitutes a shave these days,

#3 on the clippers. Lazy and unwilling to devote time towards removing something that grows back in less than a week; my lower face has not seen the light of day for many months. We’re time poor and disorganised at the minute anyway, which explains why I’m risking three-days-out-of-date milk in my coffee and wearing boxers and a t-shirt from the goodwill-or-trash clothes drawer.

I should probably be organising our move rather than posting about, uh shaving?

New Shoes!

New pants too.

I love how the dog shows nil sign of giving a shit. He’s more than used to our antics around the house.

We’re back home, safe in San Francisco. Obviously. There was some sadness to the end of our travels last night. The last time we would drive into the city with the feeling of coming home. As much as I have been blowing Portland’s horn of late, I am no less fond of San Francisco. I would hope that it’s obvious how much I love this place from the random bits and pieces I’ve posted over the last year.

It was also sad thinking of all this shit we have to pack into boxes. Moving is not cute for anyone.

It seems that I have been enjoying myself.

..look what you’ve done to me.

Did I mention I used to have long hair? It was cool at the time, I swear it was.