Since I'm not clever enough to compete in the worldwide jack-off festival that is Twitter, I've decided to divert my compulsion to broadcast myself onto these humble pages, instead of into the electronic dark. Today's bleets, then:
1. People who drive de-commissioned police cars are universally creepy.
2. I bit a hole in my tongue during Ambrose's class trip to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts. Tour guide: How about the name of the painting? The date? Its style? Why does this one look so funny? Is it art? Kids already know how to name colors for fuck's sake.
3. I don't have a third.
Minutia
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I've not moved. I kind of want to, but every time I think of some super
clever and unique name for a new blog, I check and find out it's not unique
at all....
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