I love fat. If no one’s looking, I will eat a pat of butter. Maybe I’ll stick a breadcrumb on it so I can call it “bread and butter” and not just “butter”. It does something to your self respect when you snack on straight butter. But for some reason, liver-flavored butter is a different…
See the lady in this photo? Keep an eye out for her. She’s going to be famous – for being the internet’s hardest-working “frustration” model.
Hey, I’m back. Why haven’t I posted in the last month? Well, I had a metric shit-ton of work. And allergies. They’re really bad this year, seriously – I want to scratch my eyes with a fork.
In my quest to be one of those people – the successful ones – I’ve observed a couple of things that separate them from the other people: They set limits and stick to them. They fly carry-on.
I believe in a success gene. OK, maybe it isn’t truly a gene – you’d have to do one of those nature/nuture tests where you separate identical twins, and see if one of them grows up to be a captain of industry while the other becomes captain of towels at Lucille Roberts. But I do…
