Colorado. Runner. Yogi. Fucking hilarious, like, 17% of the time.

the fates were against me

I failed to post today for reasons that were entirely beyond my control. First, a spider crawled across my lunch. (That's first in order of DEFCON level, not chronology.)

Second, my clean clothes fell into someone else's shower puddle at the gym.

Third, GoDaddy hates me and didn't want me to be able to write or post.

So there you go. It's possible that you're thinking of genius ways to solve all of these issues, and to that all I can say is "where the hell were you 10 hours ago, smartypants?"

Oh, you were sitting at your desk? Waiting for me to tell you my problems so you could help solve them?

As long as your solutions didn't involve me eating smooshed spiders, I stand down. You win.

diet tonic and dianetics are not the same thing

An open letter to Tim S Roth