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It felt like I was absorbing testosterone every single time I visited here.
Y'all are being all flippant and shit, and I commend you. But I need to say more.
Doohickie: Every time the design of the site changes, you bitch about it.
What I'd like to say is: Dude, there are big changes in life. Some of them are nasty and hurtful. Some of them warrant keening and wailing. But website design? Really?
Please. Grow up.
And if, by chance, you were being sarcastic in posting this? Find another topic. There's too much history with you and this. It's just not funny.
Jeezus.
A few years ago, I was in Charlotte, N.C., visiting my father in the hospital. He was in bad shape, and I was feeling sad, lonely, and hungry after having spent the entire day next to his bed. I had no desire to go to a strip bar, but the, um, ambiance at Hooters was perfect. The girls were almost Geisha-like, serving food and drink, looking purty, and lending an ear for an hour or so. I haven’t been back since, but I thoroughly enjoyed that one visit.