Just your unfriendly neighborhood disaster, bringing you bi-weekly updates from the bottom of my own shoe!
Sometimes I write too small and can't see the wood for the trees- how am I supposed to know when I'm barking up the wrong one? I'll go out on a limb, but I won't find any money, that's for sure. If I hang out with you long enough, maybe I'll see some Jell-o nailed to one- but I'll probably just fall.
Written By: A Certain Type of Decisive
February 27, 2020