I write a bit’a this and a bit’a that. More that than this. Capiche?
I was crossing the road the other day and there happened to be a car waiting at a red light as I did so. That’s pretty ordinary. Nothing special about that, so I’ll continue.
What is it about Trump that fills us with hate? That such a man, who seemingly has the decency of a frat boy and the decorum of a dictator, can make it into the world’s highest seat of power.
In my brutally honest opinion, Monday’s have never been great. Even when you’re holidaying in some far off place, experiencing the delights of a different, sun-kissed country, Monday still comes off as an absolute arse. There’s no getting away from it.