October 13, 2021 by sandwichcontrol
Tù can be as bad as Juan. It’s the loneliest number since the number Juan.
The word of the day is: Smitten.
|[ smit-n ]|
struck, as with a hard blow.
grievously or disastrously stricken or afflicted.
very much in love.
a past participle of smite.
How in the actual fuck are we at Wednesday again already?!
(Smashes dude’s head into table. Flips Karen mullet.)
I want to speak to the manager.
I could wreck some fish-n-chips right now.
With malt vinegar and ketchup and black pepper.
I’ll have to bake them.
Since I don’t have an air fryer.
Maybe some Oreos, too.
For good measure.
All this running makes my tummy hungry.
Yesterday was arm day in the workout.
But I did a fair bit of running at Aldis the Goldenboy’s futbol practice.
The parents sort of became the opposing team.
I got to play keeper for the old folks.
Me versus Aldis.
You can probably guess who won.
Coddamn right the parents did.
Suckit little kids.
I have no idea if I have anything on the books today.
I don’t even know where these “books” are at the moment.
Every fucking time.
Maybe I should take a nap.
See ya’ tomorrow.
More soon. ~SC
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