I walked Pams & Jos Path at lunchtime today in 59:27. with splits of 15:24, 15:12, 14:43, and 14:08.
When your fucking pet dies, you start getting text messages left and goddamn right. I must've had ten conversations the last two days that lasted a total of five hours. I figure I could've saved at least, at fucking least, four hours if they would just invent a device that people could use to talk through. I wonder if anyone's working on one of those.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
Does anyone, anyone at all outside of Hollywood, give a good flying fuck about the Academy Awards anymore?
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