dies LXIII | florere

If yelling worked, my garden would be fucking unparalleled.

dies LXII | insolitus

However, your son does have some unusual letter-shaped growths on the back of his throat.

dies LXI | eminere

You are inappropriately camouflaged for that environment, dude.

dies LX | solitarius

Spring has to come, eventually.

dies LIX | dominus

Master of all he surveys, in his own little way.

dies LVIII | humanus

As much as anyone, I suppose.

dies LVII | dubius

...So are you gonna bloom or what?

dies LVI | significatio

Columbo already has this shit figured out.

dies LV | monstrum

And they found him on a pillow made from the skin of his fellow mustaches!!!

dies LIV | perplexus

...But how did you climb up there without any legs?

dies LIII | in cogitatione defixus

9 out of 10 times, I'm just staring off into space. The tenth time, I'm probably thinking about sandwiches.

dies LII | testis

Jungle Witness Relocation

dies LI | iratus

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!

dies L | posthac

Oh man, I hope the afterlife's not boring.

dies XLIX | scientia

I don't know, I think science hath wrought some pretty neat shit, personally.

dies XLVIII | pulchritudo

For beauty cream, that's pretty gross.

dies XLVII | ornatus

If you've never actually been there, does it still count as a souvenir, or is it just a knick-knack?

dies XLVI | corium

Any animal will tell you, nothing wrong with a little blendin' in.

dies XLV | conservare

Seriously, we've been saving them for like 20 years now. How much more saved are they going to get?

dies XLIV | convenientia

Visually speaking, in large groups conformity is actually pretty cool.

dies XLIII | somnus

I wish all my sleep could be naps.

dies XLII | umbra

Must I be forced to reflect on the unintentional marks we leave on each others' lives every single time I open my medicine cabinet?

dies XLI | dea

That's right, bitch! Make it rain!

dies XL | inusitatus

Plants that are fuzzy, while not entirely sensible, are awesome.

dies XXXIX | pavor

...WORKING ON IT

dies XXXVIII | arcus

Rainbow food! Oh nature, you crazy bitch.

dies XXXVII | ineptus

Where, exactly, would this be a souvenir of?

dies XXXVI | congro

You are not even real, stop making that face at me!

dies XXXV | possum

The greatest thing I've ever made, or next week's garbage. Could go either way.

dies XXXIV | miratio

As near as I can tell, the container has not yet been invented that can secure a small aquatic crab. I lived in the same house as one, at one point, and he made it his mission to crawl out of my roomates' aquarium and into my room, where he could scare the hell out of me by scuttling around my floor, looking like a giant killer spider.

dies XXXIII | concido

I like gardening and all, but dudes like this are the metaphorical raisins in my cookie.

dies XXXII | nuntius

These messages, they are mixed!