I think a lot of people truly do believe that if you’re not a celebrity then you just will weigh 300+ pounds and there’s nothing you can do about it at all.

What a world.

You know you’re doing something right when your friend refers to you as “angel” and “my angel” sometimes. She does it because I am nice* to her for no reason other than I like her (how life should be, right?), but it does warm my heart.

I try to tell her I am a grumpy old bastard but she doesn’t believe it. Even when she sees it. But I am! I know she reads this blog (Hi T!) so thank you for making my life better. I really am a grumpy old bastard but you see more than that, too. That’s what friends should do and should be.

*Truly nice, not “nice guy” nice.

I love that people are trying to have fun again. The libs are working as hard as they can to take it away, but it ain’t working this time.

I hope I get those Olivia tickets. No one lives forever, and I have so many more things to do and to see.

Koffee is so good here. What a performance.