‘Sup? I don’t know about y’all but I’ve been crazy with the busy all day and so am now taking a break from a 30 ish page editing assignment (which I’m fairly certain I’ll be working on well into the weekend) to just have a cup of coffee and some dinner before getting back to it for a few hours, at least until the Braves game, when I’ll go up the street and have a beer. I’ve considered just investing in some kind of cable sports package but I sort of like being required to socialize. Now sure, it’s a sports bar and not a church, so some of the people there are a little creepier than average, but generally it’s a good cast of characters. And they always let me watch my games. So, until something changes (and I’m praying for something to change), it’s the way of things. And, as always, I’ll find the light in it.
Starting to feel better about some of the things in the old personal life. I think I may have become very quick to stop any kind of potentially destructive behavior in its tracks and there are some good and bad elements to that I guess. And they can both be summed up the following way: it ensures a lack of drama. As I said, good and bad. Boring but secure. I’m ready for that and am really not wanting to accept a substitute.
It’s just been a rough couple of years (you can go back to around 2008 in the archives if you want to catch up. If you’re curious…), exacerbated by callous people, selfish and narcissistic acts of cruelty, and genius suggestions from people who think all you need to do is join Match.com to alleviate your search for the finer things. Forgetting for a moment that the quest for the finer things isn’t ALL about finding a good steady roll (if you know what I mean, and I think you do), Match.com is basically Craigslist personals. Um, yeah, no thanks kids. I’ll just keep working it the old fashioned way. And I’m genuinely sorry if I come across as less than willing to negotiate what I consider crap behavior. But the fact is: I am. But you should all know, should you cross my path, if I don’t like you, I’ll never take issue with anything you do. I won’t be able to muster the strength to give a damn. But if I DO like you…well, the opposite applies. For what it’s worth it.
A’ight — moving right along…
Hey, the DAWGS have their home opener against (Grrr….) South Carolina tomorrow. Again, I think a crew will be down at Public in DuPont if you get super bored. We have fun. Even when we lose. True story.
Possibly the funniest thing I’ve read in months.
But there were no commercials for Kaboom.
It was just a dirty little secret, like massage parlors and the back room at a pawnbroker’s.
That’s why you never heard of it.
But Kaboom kids know. Kaboom kids understand.
One really excellent thing about cutting ties with a know-it-all liberal who was hopelessly shackled to bullsh*t is that I no longer have to think too hard about what kind of nonsense Krugman spits out. I’ve got no one using “pages” of email defending with all the big, important words what is basically breaking down as indefensible. I mean come on man. You can’t go from varying greatly to clear ground rules. Unless you think we’re all illiterate and don’t understand the definition of words. Which, let’s face it, he probably does.
With the ACA, however, insurers operate under clear ground rules, with clearly defined grades of plan and discrimination banned. The result, suddenly, is that we have real market competition.
Hell yeah. Curvy ladies unite! I like her little belly roll. I have one myself. Fist bump you gorgeous size 14 you. Here’s another pic of her.
Dear Lord, please don’t let this become my new favorite treat because avocados aren’t always in season and I hate to cry in the produce aisle.
Good, good, dare I say, excellent stuff here. Friends.
Okay, another song from the way back. It always seems to apply no matter where I am in my life. Strange.