So Mom was right about the tulips, but now the tulips are gone. My current response when asked what I have in my flower beds will be “Um…weeds? Weeds and/or ugly plants??”
If anybody knows any reason why I should not dig up these things, you have until this weekend to let me know.
I’m pissed.
After years of hearing some of the smartest people I know talk about their love of Jack Kerouac, I finally decided to give one of his books a try. Those smart people have a hell of a lot of explaining to do.
Granted, I probably did not pick the most accessible of his books to start with - On the Road: The Original Scroll. Don’t let the hype fool you folks, this is not some modern masterpiece. This is 400 pages of run-on sentences, limited punctuation, and no paragraphs. Technical elements aside, the story sucks too (I’m using the term “story” here loosely - very, very, very loosely). I don’t want to hear anybody tell me about how this is a story of passionate, spirited, young America. This is the story of a bunch of bums with drugs. While they obviously had nothing worthwhile to do with their lives, I can certainly find something better to do with mine than struggle through the final 70 pages of this P.O.S.
I hate you, Jack Kerouac.
The upside of working from home and therefore never driving: I’ve filled up my gas tank like 3 times this year.
The downside of working from home and therefore never driving: I found myself in the unpleasant situation yesterday of being 3 hours away from home and realizing a.) I didn’t have nearly enough gas to get me home and b.) it’s been so long since I filled up that I didn’t remember how to pop the gas tank door thing.
I’m not Christian. I’m not a parent. I’m not even an administrative assistant. You may think that means I have no holiday of my own. Not so! Turns out the first Friday in June is National Donut Day. Score! As you can see, I wasted no time celebrating:
…apparently there’s such a thing as “dry drowning”. Well, that’s just grand.
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