Perhaps Riley Was a Bit Overdramatic


Tonight, I sat amongst a crowd. One of many watching Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue bring their modern jazz stylings to the stage. The music opened up the night sky and the rain fell. In the quiet moments, they became one and the same, brass instrumentation set against the uneven rhythm of water drops on…
There was a man who worked at Central Market in South Lake, Texas. His job was a little awkward. He wasn’t a cashier or a bagger or a stocker. He was an attendant. Every time I saw him, he was positioned where the shelves of chips met the end of the chocolate aisle, midway between…
Who knew that two random tweets back-to-back could say more than an entire spread in Newsweek? I never would have believed it… until tonight. Tweet 1 “‘I just want to say to the world: isn’t there any way you can get us food? Please, our babies are dying of hunger.’ ~a PK [Pakistan] flood-affected mom”…
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I am never disappointed when I pop over here and find something new to read. And to actually get a mention just made my day (yes–my life is sad).
Hey and whatever you are going through now can’t be as bad as sucking smoke and sleeping with a fire extinguisher. So you’ve got that going for you.
Good luck with the rest of the journey, I really do hope it’s easy and enjoyable.
I’ll just get my schadenfreude somewhere else.
Would you like some pancakes with your Valium?
*does a lapdance in your honor*