You're such a dick!
I know, I know. Again, to make you feel better there will no coffee on the beach this morning.
I'm a little confused about myself lately. I should tell you upfront that I blame TGB. She always has HGTV on.
I want to build things. I see junk and I think, I could turn that into something cool for the house. I get mailers from hardware stores and think, I need ALL THE TOOLS! I feel manly as fuck.
|We were all thinking it.|
So it's more a dapper manliness?
Yeah, we'll go with that.
Anyway, I don't know what the hell my point was. I need coffee.
I was about to publish this when I saw that Mike Nichols died. I won't pretend to know a lot about theater, but I know his name and importance. Mostly, I know him as Diane Sawyer's husband.
Growing up I fell in love with Diane Sawyer. She was simply stunning and whip smart. I would watch the news just to see her. To this day my brothers give me shit about our love affair, one sided as it has been. Anyway, my heart hurts for her. She lost the love of her life much too soon and that sucks.