I can't tell if Netflix is the greatest gateway to entertainment or the biggest procrastination tool ever. I suppose it can be both.
Mired in a long financial conversation as I write this one, so let's just get in and get out here.
Susanne Carol Spookymilk has been a smart, poised, and encouraging mother to me since the beginning. She had four rotten teenagers, but she learned from each and all four of us admire her for what she went through; it's to her credit that we all ended up being solid adults. Cheers, mama Milk.
Don't forget to call your own today.
Showbiz is sucking my will to live lately. Maybe I'll blog on it later, because although it's depressing, at least you can (and should) laugh and point at my profession.
I wish momentum was a thing, because the "streaking" Twins start a series in Fenway today.
Viva la Cinco de Mayo!
That is all. F-Bomb.
On one hand, I want to wring my company's neck and say it isn't worth it to bring in a thousand new outside people to do my job at every store much worse than I do. On the other, I'm getting too old to fight corporations.
Osama bin Laden is dead. We don't have to go into the forbidden zone here, but I think we can all agree that it's not nothing.
I don't believe this will cause any philosophical change, but a man who danced on the graves of my countrymen after putting them in said graves is gone.
That's all I've got to say about that.
Is Mayday still a thing? Do kids still get into that? I'm sure Skim will let me know.