my life has been defined by a bunch of things lately, some of them old hat, some of them brand spankin' new...let's see, heavy drinking, poor eating, lack of sleep in the old hat department...charles freakin' williams in the brand spankin' new column. who is charles williams, you ask? wouldn't you like to know... more on this, believe me. good things, people. good things.
this was my first week of trading off the production of wrir news with dustin on a bi-weekly basis, and i have to say, my mental health thanks him. it's been nice to not have to be dialed in all week long(it's also made it way too easy to slack the hell off, which i have been doing plenty of, but i get back to reality next week, so that's all good). and i still managed to have a bulk of the program assigned to me as i interviewed richmond city sheriff michelle mitchell this morning.
what else? oh, yes...i am mildly concerned that my beloved alec alibaba has been washed away in yet another hurricane, as she chooses to live smack dab in the center of the preferred path of most of these weather systems. alec? are you there? talk to me lady, i'm worried about you.
in other news, my canine comrade, killer cali, has been taken down by a rather horrific attack of fleas...as i write this she is writhing around on the floor in an attempt to stop the itching. poor baby. we shall be administering a flea bath presently.
so that's the deal. not much in there that anyone really needed to know, but this is my blog, bitches. MINE.
1 comment:
Yo, forget the flea bath. Go out and get yo'self a can of the flea bombs (maximum strength) and spray her down. Bear in mind that these things will continue spraying for the next five hours, so get the hell out of there...
...I lived
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