Where I attempt to go through my process of developing healthy mechanisms as virtually every corner of my life has been torn asunder... Oh, and I wax lyrical about the toilets at work.
Howdy Doody! How's yer week been? You've used this opening style in the last week you jackanape! In case you missed it, there have been a few developments lately. Here's todays song! Not super clever here, but look, I'm going through stuff. Please stick around... In the last month, in almost any defining way (bar … Continue reading Father of The Week!…End.
Howdy doody! Yes, yes, I'm still alive. I know, believe me I know, I'm just as disappointed as you are. I write this, juiced to the nines on any kind of medicine I can successfully ingest while slathered in Vicks. My neck has become a potters field of Doritos, biscuits and varying meats of questionable origin. … Continue reading Killing Time is a slow way to die