Looking back at the past year, in retrospect to where I said Fuck New Year’s Eve Resolutions. Is it irony that I have let this place languish? For sure. If you know me, you’d think–probably not.
Pour les quelconques qui ne me connaissent pas, Je m’appelle Jason, et j’aimerais améliorer mon français.
Turns out that I needed help with my parenting. Hey, I’m one that can admit that I have faulted, made a mistake, or need improvement in areas. Admitting that is the first step to fixing it, I think.
In other words, happy April Fool’s Day Want to hear a great April fools joke? It has been around FOUR fucking months since I last wrote about eschewing resolutions, and setting goals.
Fuck otitis externa! Have you ever had an ear infection before? Do you know the feeling of a blunted torx wrench reaming slowly through your beleaguered ear drums? Pop! Pop! Crackle! Crackle! Fucking hurts like…
You know what I fucking hate? Christmas! And New Year’s resolutions. By the end of 2019, I will have: