Musing

There’s not much I haven’t done. But there is a little.

Somehow, the coincidence of possession and inspiration of envy work REALLY well for me.

Both sides, now.

What is it that makes me REALLY angry?

Questions from a distant buddy. As yet, no answers….

The other side of the “I’m arrogant” story.

I fucked up. I used a word I shouldn’t have used without getting consent first. Ugh.

Jealousy’s a bitch, no?

The Starbucks of strip clubs.

Remember strip clubs? I do.