Wait a second! What am I doing here? I really should be someplace else. It’s way past quittin’ time after all.
I don’t make a habit of being here late, but sometimes when nobody will be home anyway, I like the chance to catch up on a bit of work. It’s not that I am a workaholic, it’s just that there are these boxes next to the tasks that should be checked. I hate an unchecked box more than I hate people who are mean to children.
That’s not true, I hate people who are mean to children more. Although hate is a pretty strong word in any case. I don’t like to use the term hate so much, and I definitely want to discourage Tallulah from using it. Even if the girl has dropped the f-bomb before. Only once. In Jerusalem. Where she was reading it off a shirt.
She thought Elvis would like the shirt, because it was funny. It also kind of fit him. Want to know what it said? Ok, it said “Fuck Google, ask me.” There you have it. And it’s true. I think Elvis sits around googling stuff all day and maybe reading Wikipedia because he knows shit about shit which he has no business knowing shit about.
Whoa! When did this post get all off the reservation? And what computer are you typing this on? A personal one. Of course. Always.