For all that is holy, how horrifying.
Let me preface this post with the understanding that I had, for my entire life, an extremely dysfunctional relationship with money.
Let’s Talk About Money
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Even a broken clock is right twice a day
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Unless, it’s a digital clock. Then, it’s just broken. “Your clock says it’s 12:05.” Oh, for fuck’s sake, I know what the stupid clock says. Not that there are more pressing issues, but I’m not sad about the daylight savings thing. Every time we change our clocks, I spend days in a fog. And that gets worse every year. Like this last one? I’m still...
Four Sticks of Butter and Inka Dinka Doo
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Very little about this post will make sense. There are a number of reasons for this. One, and this is paramount, I took tomorrow off because I wanted a vacation day where I actually feel decent and it’s my birthday. But that’s not the reason. Since I’m starting a 3 day weekend, I decided to celebrate with a few cocktails. Another reason is that Randy and I spent about an hour...
