March 2011
thursday morning coffee.
some mornings you wake up and realize you’re up to your eyeballs in diapers and tech catalogs.
others you wake up next to a dead hooker.
sadly I’m dealing with the former.
good morning.
wednesday morning coffee.
I didn’t think it was possible for MJ to be a bigger asshole. sure enough, motherfucker’s rockin’ a Hitler ‘stache. nicely done, fucko.
good morning.
