Pixel

Pixel

Pixel Q. refuses to talk about himself. If thou wishest, thou may infer from his blog what thou wishest.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you.

“Hey, I wanted to ask you. See, I was planning on going out to dinner with you Saturday, but I can cancel if you’re not interested.”

My world hurts.

My world hurts. But my paper is written. And Kuhn is still mostly wrong about life.