no one gets between me and my Calvins
01 Jun
All the bot comments in my spam folder this weekend seemed oddly impressed with my “great jeans” for some reason.
In a way, I’m glad my jeans are great, because for whatever reason, I feel like crap…damn these random virii.
The weekend was nothing special, though thanks to the magic of Netflix Instant Watch, I was able to subject my children to the genius of 240 dollars worth of pudding, one of those totally random bits of comedy that has stuck with me for years and years, yet nobody gets the joke when I occasionally allude to it.
This is the story of my life.
I’m outta heeeerrrrrrreeee….
