Friday Night Yall

Friday Night Yall

Figure 1. The Pablo, when he was a tiny baby puppy

Figure 1. The Pablo, when he was a tiny baby puppy

 

So, NBD but I finished another round of edits of book #2 AKA Perfectly Good White Boy.

Which means I get to do fuckall for a little while before The Karre grabs me by the collar and yanks me back into the Fake People jobs.

Anyway, I’m getting my Friday night on, which means I’m not drinking or smoking; only the latter is sad. About to go get my Handsome Husband from the airport. Then I’ll probably go watch a ton of television. Or a movie. Cos I roll fat, yall.

Pablo is sitting by me, harrumphing on the couch. My brother-in-law is making me laugh about weird shit until I’m crying. I might be hungry but I’m too lazy to fix anything.

I have a super boring life, you guys. At least when I have to describe it in text. But I think it’s pretty sweet, so who cares, anyhow.

I nominate this for Boringest Blog Post EVER.

 

 

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