It’s all about the Benjamins
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that consistency is a jewel.
In Which Your Humble Blogger notes that consistency is a jewel.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not really soothed by the knowledge that the assholes wouldn’t put my Perfect Non-Reader on one of their fucking signs, because to them she doesn’t even exist.
In Which Your Humble Blogger starts talking about foul-mouthed politicians, and then figures, you know? Fuck it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger might be a little confused, but the story keeps changing, and I figure I should keep changing with it.
In Which Your Humble Blogger exposes his ignorance, to the shock and alarm of Gentle Readers everywhere, although not as much shock as would the exposure of some knowledge.
In Which Your Humble Blogger celebrates Loving and Loving, and loving.
In Which Your Humble Blogger leaves well enough alone. No, no, he doesn’t.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is way more snarky than was originally intended, because, you know, it’s so much easier.
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts to clarify without collapsing.