Horoscopes are like skirts, they should be long enough to cover the subject, but short enough to keep an interest. Look: it’s a terribly sexist point of view. But then, I never claimed not to be a male pig. The patriarchy is on its way out, but never mind that now.
I was trying to make this sort of joke when I stopped by the bank. I was depositing cash and checks, and when it’s cash, or cash is included in the deposit, I’d rather hand it to a person, and see it go in the drawer, and from thence, into my account. I made one of my jokes about the nature of men and women, and the poor teller, bless her soul, just didn’t get the dripping sarcasm.
To be honest, the guy in front of me had been rather loud, and even by my standards, a little weird, if nice. I just have to admit that sometimes my humor is lost on some.
“The Georgia House voted Tuesday to make grits the official processed food for the state.” (via newspaper and wire reports)
Two girls came by and fetched me up for dinner last night. We headed off for Guero’s, I mean, Wednesday night, right? But the line was out the door, and we wound up at Maudie’s, again. I suppose I should feel guilty or something, but I don’t.
- Aperture: ƒ/2.2
- Camera: iPhone 6
- Flash fired: no
- Focal length: 4.15mm
- ISO: 32
- Shutter speed: 1/4405s
