Infernal influential woman.
I’m all, I no can jot every day January. Will splode or melt or somethin.
She all “Because lets face it, you’re bound to write something, somewhere every day, right?”
Fuck all, she’s right. I do. I write most of the day.
But see, when you read me every day, you’re exposed to my moods, and not all of you have been indoctrinated, and some people just can’t handle it when their bright and shiny Joey isn’t.
I have just eaten a tenderloin. It’s probably not what you think. I can’t show you, I just ate it. Gross. You Google Hoosier tenderloin and get on my level.