my wife's husband

I'm Tom. My wife matters. I matter by association. Other facts: I am a misanthrope with a heart of gold; My left leg is longer than my right and I blame Boston's sidewalks; I have a great memory but I don't get to use it often because I can't pay attention; I am not a liar but I lie like one; I am the fastest swimmer at my gym; I am the fattest person at my gym; Seriously, I can't pay attention; I like celery a lot; I don't like spinach but I can see why others might; I don't blog often because nobody cares, and nobody cares because I don't blog often; I'm not sad or lonely but sometimes I think I want to be; Beer is the most delicious of poisons; I hate semicolons and this has been a kind of therapy.
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Oct 6
 


I put Pandora on, created a station for Dr. Dre’s “Keep their heads ringin’”, and now it’s playing Coolio. Really? I mean, like all suburban white kids who grew up in the 90’s, I love Coolio. Never mind. In the time it took to write those first two sentences it switched to Bone Thugs. It’s a Pandora free-for-all here. I’m learning to love it.

Also, this is one of those times when it’s awesome to have ADHD: I’m Tumbling, watching Looney Tunes’ “1001 Rabbit Tales” with the sound off, and listening to the aforementioned goodness. I’ve been doing this for the last 90 minutes now, and I’m finding it all so soothing.

And now we have B.I.G.’s “Juicy”. It’s time for this suburban white kid who grew up in the 90’s to dance away some of this hyperactivity before his wife comes home and laughs at him.

P.S. I should make a meme of that cigar guy. Wait, it’s already lame. How do I get on a meme bandwagon before it’s a bandwagon?



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