A Diary of Small Things

In everyone's life, even in the darkest places, there is something that brings them happiness. My name is Cliff Cumber, and this is my attempt to find those moments and catalog them day-by-day with a photo, a drawing, a line or two.

If you feel inspired, I hope you'll join me. One moment of joy, every day.

Mar 26
27 // via Samsung Instinct M800: If guinea pigs can fly Hollah. Waddup? I’m Oreo. I live in the house of this dude who writes the blog. He don’t own me, you know. My mom’s this Cliff-dude’s daughter. She pretty cool. He? Not so much. S’OK for a granpa, I guess. I get three hots ad a cot, so life’s OK. Well, not hot. But you know what I mean. Sorta dry ‘n’ grainy. Oh, and a salt lick. And I gets brought out for exercise ev’ry day. Sometimes I poop on this here towel, just because. So it’s all good. Word.

27 // via Samsung Instinct M800: If guinea pigs can fly

Hollah. Waddup? I’m Oreo. I live in the house of this dude who writes the blog. He don’t own me, you know. My mom’s this Cliff-dude’s daughter. She pretty cool. He? Not so much. S’OK for a granpa, I guess.

I get three hots ad a cot, so life’s OK. Well, not hot. But you know what I mean. Sorta dry ‘n’ grainy. Oh, and a salt lick. And I gets brought out for exercise ev’ry day. Sometimes I poop on this here towel, just because. So it’s all good. Word.
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