DLH wrote:why is it that I can never remember, much less think of, any good questions when I enter this thread?
“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. Try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books written in a foreign language. Do not now look for the answers. They cannot now be given to you because you could not live them. It is a question of experiencing everything. At present you need to live the question. Perhaps you will gradually, without even noticing it, find yourself experiencing the answer, some distant day. Letters to a Young Poet” Rainer Maria Rilke
that quote sounded like Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
where's a good place to hide my twelve packs? kidnappers (my stepdad, although he won't admit it) keep hiding them throughout the house. first in the laundry room behind a bulk stack of toilet paper with a towel draped over them, to the seat of the chairs at our unused table, then today they were stashed in a cupboard under the computer.
DLH wrote:that quote sounded like Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
where's a good place to hide my twelve packs? kidnappers (my stepdad, although he won't admit it) keep hiding them throughout the house. first in the laundry room behind a bulk stack of toilet paper with a towel draped over them, to the seat of the chairs at our unused table, then today they were stashed in a cupboard under the computer.
in the water tank of the toilet is my favorite place. or cut a hole in the bottom of your mattress. you can also cut a piece of sod out a spot in the backyard, dig a hole to fit, and then lay the sod back on top.