Good morning, January’s almost over. Who’s ready to spend hours of unpaid labor to ensure they’re complying with a mountain of “laws” written by oligarchs with no input from those held captive to this pile of bullshit, all to take fake money out of circulation to act as the only brake on runaway inflation from the degenerates doing all the printing?
This makes more sense to, a simple man with no schemes to control others or cheat my way to wealth.
Ides of January already. Let’s see what’s in the binders.
By pure chance, we have a lovely young lady of African descent for the day. No kidding, the year 3 folder I pulled from had this on top.
Where I am, Old Man Winter appears to be taking a breather before getting back to it. I can relate.
If I saw this in the gym, I’m pretty sure I’d have a hard time looking away and getting on with proper gym bidness.
Happy 2nd day of Christmas. Dunno if you’re working today, but I’m off. Last week of the third year in the suckiest trilogy ever, make it count. And have hope, for the enemies of God and Man that rule the present age are prideful, arrogant, and ridiculous.
This looks uncomfortable.
Another week starts. Gotta stack cordwood at lunchtime for… something. No idea what yet. Starting off with some ballet dancers.
Red.
Reminder: gee mail my name if you want in on Secret Santa this year, cut off is Dec 2.
Minimalist underwear set.
Last full week of November. Short week at work for most of us, let’s get to it.
That environment can’t be good for the plates or bar.
And here we are, Ides of November and all that jazz.
Living a balanced life, at least in one sense.
We’re back in the cycle of school days interrupted by respiratory infection because kids are all passing around fun new virii. I felt crummy yesterday but so far no cough.
She seems pert.
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Ignoring Black History Month since March 2009 