So I know, I sucked it up.
I haven’t written in a long time, but in my defense, this was my November experiment, and one in which I passed pretty well (besides the Thanksgiving hiatus, which including detox, arguments with an Italian, and 3 hours of constant eating) But I am back, hopefully for good.
So it got cold. This morning was sort of like riding an old tugboat through through a pond made of manure flavored Icee. One of the many drawbacks of Oklahoma, the constant smell of manure in the early winter. There is a lack of smell producing items during this time of year, trees are dead, the cold air cuts down on how far exhaust travels (possibly) and there is left but one thing…the ripe ever pervading scent of manure. Mostly the cold though. I keep hissing at my window. You know when it is chilly when you show signs of aggression toward the first structural signs of weakness.
No I don’t own a tugboat. Stop asking. Continue reading “We All Want to Be Famous, but You Only Make it if You’re Left-Handed”
