I can't stop listening to the Dwight Yoakam and Buck Owens version of "Streets of Bakersfield."
I started a couple of blog posts, but they didn’t go anywhere interesting. For some reason (my general awesomeness, I suppose) I compose my blog posts as a draft e-mail in gmail. I started a word doodle yesterday and mentioned “a tingly feeling” and Google Ads was kind enough to offer me links to all sorts of possible medical reasons for it.
Good looking out.
I should also mention that I am actually composing this in WordPress. Have I gotten so spiteful that I even spite myself now? Possibly.
I can’t even compose Twitter updates. And I refuse to call them “Tweets.” Add that to the list of “words” that I won’t use.
This list also includes:
– shortened and bastardized versions of “whatever”
Kidding. I’m not opposed to marriage. I’m not! I’ll marry you right now. No, not YOU. Her, maybe.
One phrase I do use is “Program changer”
I can’t remember when I started using this to describe women, but it comes from college sports. It is when a college team attracts a player so good that it changes, well, the program. It leads to success on the field/court. It aids in alumni fund raising and recruiting. It’s good stuff.
Occasionally you meet a woman (or a dude) who does the same to you.
She is not “some girl” I met/dated/ate Hershey’s Hugs out of her belly button. She makes an impact, you know?
You realize right away that the bar has been forever raised.
You know that you’ll either end up with her or always wonder.
The downside of program changers? You meet, like, two a decade.
I haven’t opened the floor for questions in a while. You have any?