Paul

@grommit56.bsky.social

Marriage, my dogs, golf, work, Oxford commas, general stupidity. Blue is much more soothing than red. For mediocrity, press the link below bsky.app/profile/did:plc:cwzjygusjn5xjsu47dtcp2tl/feed/aaacbkeptqwsw

It has always been my dream to live alone in a dune shack on the outer Cape and write middling fiction using a typewriter. The waste basket in the corner would be overflowing with balls of crumpled paper and I’d never finish

friend: you know how you can look for something to watch for 90 minutes until you remember that nothing will ever free you from the memory of that time you spent backpacking through europe where you and your friends accidentally killed a vagrant and then dismembered him me: it’s called thursday

“Son of A Preacher Man” is a good soundtrack for life. Driving along a lonesome highway? Son of a preacher man. Eating a wheel of cheese? Son of a preacher man. Having sex with a guy named Billy Ray? Son of a motherfucking preacher man

Buc-ee's is suing a local mini Mart in Beavercreek,Ohio for trademark infringement. The only similarity being that it is the same animal. Apparently they feel they own the beaver and all uses of it. I should probably word that differently but screw it.

Had a different dental hygienist, & no one said a peep. They didn’t say “oh sorry, so & so isn’t here today” or “they moved” or whatevs. Since everyone was being so mysterious, I decided I wasn’t gonna ask questions. For all I knew, they had her buried behind the back parking lot.

Sorry. *shrug* I would, but on Monday night I dance naked under the worm moon to invoke an ancient curse on anyone who asks if I can do one more thing if I have time.

A small group of people I knew in my high school years have a yearly reunion in honor of a friend we lost. I’m walking in pretty confident this year because I got my whole appendix story to tell.