Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Aug 23, 2017

Sometimes I write a dribble and think, this is good. That is always the dribble that ends up unshared and least liked.

I don't have a point.

Joss Whedon betrayed his wife. I don't see how that translates to Joss Whedon betrayed woman kind. Someone please make it make sense without turning it into a treatise about the time you were sexually assaulted.

I guess we have decided we are not going on the Flogging Molly Cruise next year. I'm okay with that.

Three years was good. We have a retirement to plan and I have to figure out how to escape unscathed to Frankfest.

Dear Samantha, if you are reading this, I would never go to Frankfest without you. Now look away.

I totally would go without her.

Titty sprinkles!