There’s a party downtown near 5th Street Shawshank, May 13, 2025 The Orange Baby strikes again. He was fully active around 4 this morning. For a brief second, he snuggled with me and sucked on my finger. Then he realized that I wasn’t Crystal, and left. He was a wild boy this morning. So much so, Crystal got out of bed around 6:30, so that I could sleep. She’s a queen. Yesterday at work wasn’t too bad. Yeah, it was crazy busy at some moments, but we managed to get through the evening. It’s been hot the last couple of days, and it topped out at about 85° or so yesterday. Hot enough to feel really good, but not too hot that you’re sweating balls. But where I live, people aren’t ready for the stank yet. They’re used to being eased into this weather. For 8 hours, I got to listen to my coworker complain that it’s too hot out, and how he hates the heat. And of course, every customer had to comment as they came in: • it’s nice and cool in here. • it’s so hot out there. • where’s your cases of water? I think the people of TinyTown are more excited about the rain that’s supposed to be coming in the next couple of days. Day off today. Nothing planned, other than hitting up the second hand store. I’m looking for some comfortable shorts. Maybe I’ll make some jorts today. Jorts are still cool right? Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningsTinyTown
Life I hope she’s drinking tonight, she’ll need a ride and I’ll have a Chevy waiting right outside March 16, 2026 I know, I know, it’s not Sunday, but traditionally Sunday are my chores days, and today is a chore day, so goddamn it, I’ll use the tag. You can’t stop me. see, I know you’re try, but I don’t care! Yesterday actually wasn’t too bad, considering I was working with… Read More
Life <insert song lyrics here> January 19, 2025 Workin’ all day. Gotta bring home the bacon. So it’s a full day. It’s all good. I’m working with a good guy today. He’s learning how to be a key-holder. Not today, son. We want to get home and Sundays are not training days. It wasn’t bad at work yesterday…. Read More
Life In the spur of the moment, some other boots could buy me a beer May 24, 2026 The hallway looks like it was a Tom Jones concert – “woo-woo boys” underwear strewn about. I checked, and I’m pretty sure that they’re not mine. Both cats were pretty good this morning. I believe I was used as a pommel horse just once, and that was just lucky timing…. Read More