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Thursday Afternoon Tea.
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Does this ever end?
But what does it all mean?
80’s cheapies upon my face. Covfefe in cup. Fire in bowl. Birds pissed that I won’t go indoors. They have food anxiety.
Poetry I write in my porch swing.
Is there anything more relaxing than operating a primitive time bomb?
Not nostalgic at all. Maybe for NY and Seattle weekends, but that’s about it. No more driving for me.
I rewatched Mando & Grogu at home on my terms. How hard was that pill to swallow?
With coffee. Without coffee was never an option.
Now I’m running passengers. Coupling, uncoupling, glad hands, angle-cocks lol…
Energy.
Take a journey with me.
Support OCT businesses. F*ck ICE.
Because Monday.
Don’t ask. Trust me; I do everyone a HUGE favor.
Take a journey with me…
After the flood…
And you’re welcome!
I don’t like cutting them this close.
Something’s Off
Working Joe’s suck. That is all.
Opening Bell open mic had a vibe going on today. I’m not sure what it was or what caused it, but it was overpowering. Everyone was making mistakes, so I really didn’t feel all that bad. At least I played.
I’m bringing the Purple Nurple.
Terror: a great way to start the morning.
I guess I graduated from “A Bumpy Ride”. There’s nothing cute and fuzzy about this game.
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