Kevlar is everything you want to be.
It is like the creation of the world.
That photo of Ida Noyes Hall is great; did you take it?
Dear Curry Paste,
It saddened me to hear of your plight. I too have been enfridged for too long. I think I'm some sort of Thai sauce but my label was cheaply applied and I now wander the shelf nameless, but not hopeless. I stick to my optimism in just the sort of way I don't stick to anything else, being kind of runny. I know there's something great in my future, though, even if I am getting a little crusty near the applicator if you know what I mean. I don't know how to put this, but perhaps we two might be compatible, in consistency, and flavor? I know it sounds strange, but if love can't be found at thirty-eight degrees I just don't know what to think.
But it's not a picture of your handwriting! It's your actually handwriting, which there's a picture of!