I would love to post some year-end 2019 love fest, and how I’m looking forward to 2020. Since I lack any ambition to do that, I will just say that I am glad to see the ass-end of 2019.
Archive | December, 2019
Little Wishes, Big Problems
I am off to Western PA tomorrow morning. This is not a want, but mandate thrust upon me, along with a heap of (non practicing) Catholic guilt. Such is life. I guess I will return, and in the process, add to the Internet’s visual cacophony. Sorry. Have a good holiday if that’s what you’re into. Or, take a hostage, what the do I care.
Later.
Shrunken Flaccidity
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I have returned. It’s probably more like an unwanted erection rising briefly before returning to a life of shrunken flaccidity betweenst a fatty pubis, but I think you know what I’m getting at.
Thundersnow Walk
I’m going to do this quick and probably more ineptly than usual before I lose what shred of motivation I have to post something two days in a row.
Pre Thundersnow Thanks
Lately, I’ve been a bit too lax in my updates on doing stuff. Mostly because I realize now—more than ever—that no one wants to read about a chubby, fair-weather cycling slacker who spends most of his time wandering around the woods with his camera and lifting heavy things for no reason in the gym. But hey, there are pictures!