Just remembered a dream from last night about Obama.
He was super cool and let me and Ryan hang out in the hot tub in the back of his limo.
Just remembered a dream from last night about Obama.
He was super cool and let me and Ryan hang out in the hot tub in the back of his limo.
If anyone would like to know more about talking to brick walls, let me know. I seem to be getting more and more experience every day.
Or maybe it’s more like talking to rubber, in that old “I’m rubber you’re glue” adage.
Even though I know WBC is crazy, I still get surprised every time they prove it to me.
Officially starting to save for a trip to Europe, now that the line of credit has been approved and can be used within a couple of days to remove most of my debt. The rest should be taken care of by tax return.
Enter key is sticking, and I don’t know why.
And, once again, I learned last night that talking about shit is better than not talking about shit, no matter how unpleasant at the time.