Oh, world. Never change.
I’ve been working on a couple of essays for a while, which means that I have been spending a lot of time staring at the screen for 2-3 minutes and then opening a new tab to read CNN. Or People. You know, THE NEWS.
These are my three favorite stories from yesterday:
The only clearly awesome and not possibly sad part about all of this was the code name the cartel gave him during the decade or so that he worked for them:
The man’s code name was Tata. As in Grandpa. As in “Hey, when do you think Grandad is going to get here with our cocaine?”
That seems unnecessarily complicated.
Oh Milkshake, you crazy dog.