At Least They're Committed

I snap my phone shut after texting “I love you’s” back and forth to my little girl then shift back to my train of thought.

It’s ironic (for real, I know the word is mostly misused). Our site’s biggest critic is pushing all this enlightened information and helpful criticism at me sourced by his most esteemed expert/colleague who happens to be the same one who called me what is considered one of the nastiest words ever in some circles — he called me the name of the critic. Yeah, that’s irony. Just sit quietly, stare blankly forward. Don’t laugh. I’ll keep it to myself. . . well, almost. heh.

I’m waiting for my ride and I have nothing else to do but prattle on about unimportant things.

Calling DSII; he was texting me stuff I couldn’t make out during the meeting. Evidently he has to go out to somewhere tonight where he can average the amount of tip. I think he just wants to go out tonight.

By the way, if you’re still paying attention, I know you did that on purpose. And I’m keeping that to myself, too.