hefty deadlines stoop my shoulders waist low. indoor cycling is effortless compared to penning the ride to paper. can’t i just execute push ups for the next 10 days straight, rather than describe one, perfect, singular push-up in arial font, double spaced by...
holiday goodies running amok at iomoi. tariffs run pricey to thrifty. all show and feel ritzy. i’ve been giddy stocking up on hostess gifts, presents for clients, and maybe a little something something for the homestead. their website alone is a wonka factory...
once i hear this song, my christmas season officially begins. it’s 1984, i’m 8 years old wearing my “CHOOSE LIFE” t-shirt watching the making of Band-Aid over and over again. my dad was able to snag a bootleg copy, and i watched that fucking...
well, if HH doesn’t want me putting up a bubble gum pink, Christmas tree (again,) he should be a little more courteous whilst primping for his Sunday 6am tee time. as he channeled his inner John Daly, whacking the silly white ball through the dragon’s...
