i did send out 30 poems today. 3 each to Rusty Truck, The Beatnik Cowboy and Mad Swirl; 5 each to Horror Sleaze Trash, Synchronized Chaos (already accepted for publication) and Rust Belt Review; 6 poems to Record Magazine. when i hear back from these places i will pass along the verdicts.
by the time i got that all done, it was 2 in the afternoon. mom wanted to go get her hair done. it was hot out and she doesn't do well in the heat. we waited for about 30 minutes and she finally got called up to get her hair done. about 30 minutes later she was finished. i guess it had been 34 weeks since she had anything done to her hair. i needed to go pick up a prescription of mine at the grocery store. after that, mom decided she wanted to go to Bob Evans for lunch. since we got out of there around 5, it might as well been dinner.
so yeah, it was one of these days where i'm running around like a chicken with the head cut off. good times. tomorrow might be more of the same. more on that later.
the New York Yankees lost last night in Toronto, 11-7. the bullpen shit the bed last night. hopefully they will avoid the sweep tonight.
here are your highlights from Game 3 of the NBA Finals:
NXT and NXT UK were good yesterday.
The Wrestlers was very good last night.
the USMNT lost to Jamaica last night, 1-0. there's 2 hours i'll never get back in my life.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Lip Sync Battle, Life in Pieces and Desus & Mero.
Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Final is tonight. i will probably watch a good amount of that.
so, the WWE is doing Super Showdown tomorrow afternoon on the WWE Network. i think it's around 2 PM or so. my goal is to get the grocery shopping done in the morning so i have a reasonable shot at getting the blog done before the wrestling starts. of course, that also means i need to get to bed before 5 in the morning, which is sadly becoming my new normal.
so yeah, hopefully i will be on here around noon tomorrow and i will already have some shit done.
that's all for me kids. until tomorrow...
un hombre sin hogar me iba a contar el secreto de la vida ... todavía estoy esperando
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
Japanese Breakfast - Head Over Heels
Dead Man's Bones - My Body's a Zombie for You
Tomasa Del Real w/Eli Fantasy - Braty Puti
Beach Slang - Love My Way
"The task of a writer consists of being able to make something out of an idea." - Thomas Mann
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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