Well damn, August is over and that means we’re creeping ever closer to the worst time of the year where everything is cold and stupid with limited hours of sunlight and too many things are flavored with pumpkin spice. What happened this past month? Well, I got a little political. I put some perspective onto the fact that my jokes will never make me any money (guess I better find a side hustle that actually pays). I also got way too excited about my new fitness tracking watch & app. And I got to indulge in some wings while also taking a hardline stance on what does and does not qualify as a wing.
My stress level this morning while working with the kids on the intro to 3rd grade workbooks we got them vs. my average stress level gives a fantastic visual of representation of why teachers deserve respect.
Honestly, there are some days I wish those of us with more than 2 brain cells would have kept quiet when Trump suggested injecting yourself with bleach to fight coronavirus and just let nature take its course on the population.
I know some content creators use things like Patreon or OnlyFans to earn a little bit of income off their work, but I can't get people to even read my jokes for free.
I ate a whole mess of wings for dinner last night. My sleep tracker shows exactly when the consequences of my actions caught up to me.
I went hard at dinner last night...
Decided to have a few drinks tonight but wanted to make sure I logged them in my food tracking app that I use with my fitness watch. These Busch Lights are my evening snack.
Every time I tell my wife she's beautiful she responds by making a face like she just took a big spoonful of Vitameatavegamin.
I'll have to eat one for science and report back on the flavor.
Fact: nobody gets more offended about everything than the people who are constantly whining about how offended people get over everything.
Part of personal growth is learning to be honest with yourself. To that end, I think a lot of people out there need to admit that boneless wings are just chicken nuggets.
Honestly, my number 1 goal as a parent is to have my kids grow up unfunny because they didn't have sufficient emotional trauma to necessitate developing a sense of humor as a coping mechanism.
I don't know who needs to hear this, but the cashier at the grocery store (or any retail/service employee) does not give a fuck about your political opinion. They're literally just being polite until you go away so they can keep collecting a paycheck.
I love how overly optimistic my fitness watch is. It'll give me a notification that says, "you've been inactive for 3 hours" as I lay around on the couch but as soon as I take 20 steps to go to the bathroom it pops up with, "great work, you're back on track!"
Very shortly here the bulk of my life will be spent in my yard cleaning up after those 5 fucking sweet gum trees I mentioned in a previous post. Depending on how that goes, I might just collapse into a yard waste bag and call it good. We’ll see.