Monthly Archives: December 2017
I have a love/hate relationship with Rob Gronkowski. His ego is the size of a stadium but did you see him grinding his hips on the float in the Super Bowl parade 2 years ago? Shit.
I’m just going to wrap a box with a letter in it addressed to my family. No presents, can’t afford them. I have, however, spent thousands over the years on therapy because of some of you and your actions. Merry … Continue reading
He knows why you have to run to the bathroom after sneezing.
Listen to the song and tell me it’s not rapey sounding. Why is this song still covered?
I’d like to report that things are getting better. I’ve acknowledged the depression. I’m going to see a therapist Monday. The job. I’m interviewing elsewhere. I took a pay cut moving here. I also demoted myself a little also. I … Continue reading
That place where you’re buzzed and you know you should stop drinking but you’re finally buzzed and you want to maintain this. But knowing you don’t maintain. You just get drunker. You either go to sleep peacefully and habe a … Continue reading