Is it the weight of indifference or the wait of indifference?

So does anyone else love baby carrots but also fear them as a choking hazard?  I am inclined to live dangerously.

 

The Walking Bread – a heart-felt story about some white bread honky finding interracial love in the South as he hikes the Mason Dixon line

 

Fro Yo happened on Saturday, third times the charm.

 

I like pretty things.

 

I watched The River. I then watched a river and it felt pretty much the same.