Beard Season™ enters epic week 3. Which means Creepy Guy With Stubble Season™ enters week 2.
Yikes. That rabbi's psyched for
some unknown reason...
Comments from the
peanut gallery about my blog being surreal.
To that I say
So there.
Cheesesteaks are seven dollars. Yet at two on a Sunday morning that just seems to make sense. And it feels so good inside my tummy. Their service policy of "love all, serve all" also make me feel good about myself.
Banditos! Contraband! Hairshirts!
Coffee!!! NOW!!!!!
Mark Edsell would be proud. I'm finally getting into Wilco.
My contact is bothering me and I smell bad and I have to make a choice - I can feel shitty about it or I can move on.
Odds aren't good either way that I'll be able to sleep.
