March 6, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
And jocular post-doctoral molar blues.
The word of the day is: Coiffed.
|[ kwahft ]|
(of the hair) arranged or combed in a coiffure; styled:
An elderly lady with perfectly coiffed hair had just stepped out of the elevator.
That wig refused to coif.
So that’s the best you’re gonna get on that one.
Yesterday was a shithole full of turd sandwich.
With extra gravy for dipping.
Sometimes you just need to listen to/sing Tom Waits while crying in the shower over having to put your cat down.
And sometimes your amazing wife lets you buy your present for yourself early even though it’s not your birthday yet because you’ve had a shit week.
So many comics are coming in the mail over the next two weeks.
Which is good because I was almost out of new stuff to read.
This weekend is going to be a blur of cookie booths and yard work.
Because the goddess needs a fire.
And so do I.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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