i was at the dealership for more than 3 hours today. i guess they had to replace one of the brakes, plus the wipers, do an oil change, rotate the tires, etc. of course, the parts they needed for the brakes they didn't have, so i had to wait. joy. i took my little notebook with me, hoping to get a little writing done while i was there. i had a few lines come to me, but i could never get a whole poem out of them. not exactly the way i wanted to end the month. fuck...
congrats to the Tampa Bay Lightning on winning the Stanley Cup. i'm so happy for Ryan McDonagh and Kevin Shattenkirk, two ex-Rangers who deserve this.
We Are Who We Are was really good last night.
Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night.
i'll be watching the Yankees vs. Indians game for most of the evening. both teams have their best pitchers going, so it will either be a low scoring game or an offensive shootout because the baseball gods make no fucking sense in 2020. i'd love for the Yankees to win tonight, seeing that it's a best 2 of 3 for this round. i don't think they can win two games in a row that they need to win at this point of the season. now, if the Yankees bats suddenly come to life, it's a whole different story.
i need to pick up the trash here and next door and figure out dinner, so that's all for me kids.
i have no clue when i will be on here tomorrow.
enjoy your evening. (and no, i'm not watching the debate)
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
wear your mask.
Amo a una mujer con un vestido rojo ajustado
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:
Smokescreens - I Love Only You
Michigander - Let Down
Halsey - Finally // beautiful stranger
Primus - My Name Is Mud
"A proverb is a short sentence based on long experience." - Miguel de Cervantes
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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