Gorillabuns: On the second day of the coronavirus, my true love gave to me...

hell.... over trying to save the world when peeps are losing their jobs minute by minute.

Because, I care and I want to get take-out and tip big-dog style! and yes, we aren't rolling in it...

I am very thankful my favorite liquor store is doing curbside service so all the alcoholics in town won't have to go to the hospital over the DT's.

BTW: There is nothing funny about alcoholism and DT's just in case someone wants to jump on me over basically the only sentence I have written here.

My horoscope for today: Your body is a big warehouse. There are many small compartments within that labyrinth.

hmmm. 'big warehouse'.

Figure out how to get paid for being yourself.

now that was even more of a laughable suggestion almighty stars!

This day has always been my favorite day to celebrate!!! I've called in sick to work while sitting in a bar to continue to drink with my best friend. I've shown up to a job interview still drunk because I danced until 3:30am and NAILED the interview because of my magnanimous spirit.

Now? I'm sitting at my desk, dusting off my computer and decrepit blog while watching MSNBC strongly suggesting to me how, we are in the shit.

Like MAD MAX kinda shit.

(me.... though, I don't own a shotgun and can't shoot one correctly because of my astigmatism...)

Like 1979 Mel Gibson shit.

Man, this movie messed.me.up in 9th grade! Adding to the trauma of when I watched this movie, my friend's mother dropped us off at a sketch theater because she had not a clue the theater was in essence an 'Adult Theater.'

The movie was showing because I guess they were trying to go legit? Though, some freaky as fuck old dudes, followed us around when we were the only peeps to order popcorn and drinks and wanted to go to the bathroom for very normal reasons.