and thank god mine is dead. enough said.
the Yankees were rained out last night. they play a split doubleheader today in Boston.
AEW Collision was excellent last night.
a delightful trip into the dark mind of an evil genius or simply the musings of an asshole
and thank god mine is dead. enough said.
the Yankees were rained out last night. they play a split doubleheader today in Boston.
AEW Collision was excellent last night.
first off, a Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there. i hope you have a wonderful day.
mom wants pizza today, so i guess i will be ordering from Pizza Hut shortly.
i did put out suet for the birds. hopefully my little trick will keep the flying rats away from the house.
the New York Yankees came from being down 6-0 yesterday at home to Tampa to win the game 9-8. they will hopefully win the series this afternoon.
one of my favorite blogs to write every damn year. if you know me or have read this blog over the years, you know how much i hated my father. so, i raise my glass today to all the good fathers out there and to all the dead ones that were total pieces of shit. the sad thing is, when i am alone or out driving and catch a quick glimpse of myself, i see my father. so, if my life ends in a sudden death, you'll understand why.
i wrote 4 poems yesterday. i really think they are good. i know where my next 12 poems are going to be sent to. i am hoping to get those submissions out tomorrow.
my order from Topps.com should be coming today.
ROH was very good last night.
here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs last night:
i hope everyone has a great Mother's Day.
it is currently raining here and is going to do so all day long. not exactly the weather i hoped for on this day. but, as long as it doesn't flood, which is possible, i'll get by on some ice and my massage chair.
the New York Rangers actually gave a shit yesterday and defeated Boston, 5-4. i have a sneaky feeling that is going to be the coach's last game with the team. if so, at least he goes out a winner.
i had no clue what was going on in Washington, D.C. my mother asked me about it as soon as i walked in the door. i guess i know what she was doing all afternoon. i'm not going to be shocked when i hear something in the next few hours about mental illness. whenever this country decides to take it fucking seriously for the first time ever, maybe these random acts of crazy fucking violence will decrease over time.
your poet of the day for National Poetry Month is Ebony Stewart. she is my favorite female poet of all-time. i highly recommend everything she has ever done or will do with her poetry.