Every Valentines Day I watch Evita. It's the perfect cynical love and life are temporary grief more permanent and power more durable. And Madonna is amazing.
It is true that men need women way more than women need men. I just dodged a bullet in my second lonely hearts let's hit up single women pre Valentine's Day chat.
It only got weird after the handyman left then got on his cell phone on my porch to bitch about how gross the batteries I found were. I'm like dude, I just paid you $99 for something I could have done myself, be remotely professional and get off my lawn.
And no one needs to know where the batteries that went in the thermostat came from, I was as nonchalant as one can be given that situation. A surprise, I thought it needed some special battery like a car does.
I don’t know why I feel like watching ancient episodes of True Blood and randomly computing tonight, but it’s nice and relaxing. The Super Bowl commentary seems over. My cats are bouncing around being cats. I think it’s snowing.
This clip of Jon Oliver talking about Chuck E Cheese is absolutely hilarious. For me it ended on a gun commercial which was very shocking. youtu.be/3v6y2pY1pZ0?...
I think I like Drag Race on a Friday night because I never feel overdressed. I moved to Reno seven years ago but the Hollywood still hasn’t worn off and at my age I don’t think ever will.
I overheard a neighbor with tween children asking, “but what is a disco stick,” and realized I’d been listening to early Lady Gaga too loud. This is middle age.
