Kevin N. Murphy

Slate Blue has been replaced as my favorite color by Forest Green. For real.

How, you may ask, did I arrive at such a conclusion? After putting on a forest green striped sweater and looking at myself in the mirror, I knew it was true. It’s not that I don’t like Slate Blue now, nor is it that I didn’t like Forest Green previously. However, it is clear that I have grown enough since picking Slate Blue to appreciate Forest Green for what it rightly is. I should add that it is perhaps not strictly a Forest Green but a medium between Olive Green and Forest Green. What an amazing thing it is to have a new favorite color. I really am amazed. How exciting!

When someone is laying on a couch twenty feet behind you and talking gibberish to themselves a breath louder than a whisper, it’s incredibly hard to concentrate on anything but how crazy they are and how sad that is.

I heard the most adorable sounding Chinese sister give her experience. I think heartfelt joy expressed in a Chinese accent is probably the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. Quite endearing.

If I ever grow old, you will hear about how there is no footing in this muck!

Psalms is amazing.

Little Women, in real life. What a riot!

Getting joshed by spanish roofers is pretty fun. Those guys are hilarious. I on the other hand, just show up.

According to common diagnosis, I have anxiety issues which are upsetting my liver. I find that both ridiculous and worrisome. So I guess the big question now is, what’s gonna get cut out, the issues or the liver?

Anxious care in the heart of a man is what will cause it to bow down