Outside my apartment door this morning.
The only button anyone needs on a microwave.
It’s true, you are never truly free.
The internet’s reaction to the death of Kim Jong-Il
40 hours a week of this for a living.
I need to go outside more.
How I feel about life as of late.
EDIT: Except for my weekends.
Ever have one of these moments?
How I look when my phone rings and the caller I.D says “Unknown”.
I’m looking at you Wal-Mart.
Every single night for me.