it's a convoluted mess
It’s December 22nd (technically it’s the 23rd because it’s after midnight now, but for the sake of argument and the fact that I haven’t gone to bed yet, we’ll say it’s the 22nd and run with it). I was supposed to have my wedding thank you notes done to send out with my Christmas cards. I haven’t done either. I’m playing the ADHD card and sending them all out late. I haven’t even put up… Keep reading…Swish swish stab…
S: By my calculations, I should get my Rooster Teeth package today. But it hasn’t shown up yet. So maybe it’ll get here tomorrow. I’m DYING for that CD. I need to hear Caboose’s love song to Church in it’s entirety. R: I didn’t think that song sounded that great. S: Well, it’s not so much the song—I really only like it because it’s Caboose singing it. R: No. You really only like it because… Keep reading…Hey chicka bump bump…