I come from downtown, born ready for you Shawshank, November 24, 2022 I think it’s going to be one of those days today. I was a little stoned last night, and went through my going to bed checklist. I didn’t even notice that I didn’t put the dishes away, or make the coffee. So I had to make the coffee this morning in a Fuck it, I’ll do it live moment. Good morning, happy Thanksgiving! We’ll, in the USA, up north of the wall, it’s simply Thursday. It’s still dark outside, but feels warmish. We’ll as warm as it can feel outside. It looks like it might be a nice day out there, once the sun comes up. I slept like the dead last night. Right up until around 6:30, where I transition to the lightest sleep possible, while still calling it sleep. The last half hour is so nice, Crystal snuggles up close and we wake up in each others arms. It’s very romantic. Then she farts adjacent to Pippin as she’s playing the footsie game. It’s cute to watch Pippin fix jump on her toes. It’s starting to be a wake up tradition. The coffee is hot and tasty. So let’s get the day started! Happy Thursday! It is Thursday, right? Happy Thursday! Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life I must have done something along the way that’s rightGood Lord has blessed me with a hell of an angel tonight August 13, 2021 Three. Hundred. Sixty. Five. Days. This is my 365th post IN A ROW. I don’t think I’ve ever done something every day for a year before. That’s right 365 posts with song lyrics. I’m sure there’s a few with the same titles, I liked the songs extra much so I… Read More
Life Baby, when you kiss me, you know I’m drinking whiskey August 5, 2021 So, yesterday. Yesterday morning, after moving my plants around outside, I was coming back inside while trying to dodge a wasp or something, the top of my foot connected with the bottom of the screen door. That hurt. My foot was somewhat stiff all day. It’s cool I can deal… Read More
Life Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking ’bout tomorrow March 23, 2024 Good morning fellow humans. It’s ya boy Shawshank. We’re all awake here, and Chaucer has pushed Crystal out of the bedroom, because he needed to go to the bathroom, and he hovered until she had cleaned the box. He’s a creature of routine, like me. But his routine is I’ll… Read More