It’s three thirty…

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It’s three thirty in the afternoon and I haven’t been thirty feet from my front door all day. I’m still wearing the clothes I woke up in. I haven’t showered, combed my hair or brushed my teeth. I’ve dropped two glasses and broke one. I haven’t eaten anything aside from a donut and a cookie with a few hours in between to recovery from the effort.

I suppose I should rectify that, maybe eat a bagel or something. Keep it simple and round, you know, stay with the theme. Go for the hat trick.

Maybe I’ll have pizza later.

On the upside, I watered my plants and put a rear brake on one of my fixies. I like my plants. And I like my fixies. And sometimes that’s enough.

Or at least it is today.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

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