I love ice cream. I mean I fucking love ice cream. I eat it in the winter. Outside. Naked. Which is probably why people in my neighborhood scream for ice cream. Personally, I don’t scream for ice cream because my mouth is probably already full of ice cream and I’m terrified of the thought that some of it might escape during all that screaming.
"A bad hello is better than a good bye."
Someone told that to me once, right after I introduced myself with unzipped pants and spinach in my teeth. We're now best friends. Bad Hello, as it exists here, is my attempt at an online handshake of sorts. I offer to you, as a greeting, both my portfolio of professional design work, and not-so-professional written musings. So, hello! My name is Ramsay and...oh yes, my fly is down.