Even though I was super tired, I made myself put on outside pants and go to a concert this evening. I had a great time, and in between sets we giggled about Star Trek (TV show, movies, AND novels) and Patrick Stump breakin' the law and how it isn't a proper Empires concert until you've seen Sean Van Vleet's underwear.
Now I think I shall forage in the refrigerator for a snack and then fall into bed.
My shredder is broken, 1/3 of the way through my mail management. This does not bode well.
More straight hot athletes should do like this guy.
He avoided serious injury thanks to go-go boots he was wearing as part of a hazing ritual.
This detail just makes the story.
Totally, Frank.
I am so full of gronk, I don't even know.
I've been in a good mood all morning. What the fuck is up with that?
I've been in a good mood all morning. What the fuck is up with that?
I don't know if you should tempt fate like that.
I am sitting in the gronk corner with Jesse.
But it's a breezy and beautiful day outside.
I just realized I forgot to drink the rest of my coffee, and now it's gone cold.
Gronk.
I've got the gronk, the grumps, and the sore throat to go with.
The hell?
Apparently, I am sucking the life out of everyone!