October has been a pretty rough month for me in the past.
The seasonal change has brought a lot of sorrow and angst over the years, and the calendar has some sad markers of time on it. I think that maybe this year’s devastatingly spectacular Harvest Moon might have washed that juju away.
Eleven days in, and the tenth month of the year is killing it.
I mean, seriously. If you have been reading the Bonks for a minute, you already know. And maybe you also already know this: I am not falling victim to history. Not when there is so much to celebrate.
Here’s the deal: you do you. Everyone already knows this.
Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dolla cab, holla back.
Mad Rad is keeping me pretty busy these days. Did you hear? They are destroying America. I could not be happier.
Every night this week was filled with major action.
I kinda hate the way this blog has become a photo show. I mean, really, who the fuck cares?
I do. I guess.
And, ultimately, that’s all that matters. I don’t see an anchor on your ass.
Would you rather hear about how sad I am that I was pregnant this month?
No, you wouldn’t. Me neither. Come on. Life moves on, no matter how hard it is.
There is way too much good in the world. No need to get caught up in the bad. Not when there is so much fun around every corner.
Eli ate five hotdogs in six innings. All it did was make me love him even more. Mad Rad, too.
Seriously on those motherfuckers. They are wearing me out, and keeping me alive and awake at the same time. I feel like I have a gang of kids all of a sudden, and that is not a bad thing.
How could you possibly not be enthralled by these creatures?
We played some games this week.
We found T-Mo, and messed around and got a triple double.
I made some lasagne for my boys. It was delicious.
There are a lot of people reading this blog right now, and I know I am disappointing a bunch of you.
There is not a whole lot of chatter right now, nor is there a whole lot of angst. All is pretty good in my hood. I hope that doesn’t bore you.
I mean, I could always tell you about how we got kicked out of Nectar last week. But, why bother? I mean, seriously. Like that shit really matters.
This is the time of year when things get darker. Hibernating is the norm. I am fighting it the best I can.
Plus, how you gonna argue with a $400 win?
I know everyone wants to hate a radio hit but, for real, if you are not feeling this cut you might wanna call a good friend and discuss what the hell might be wrong with you.
God damn, I gotta get me some Jay-Z tickets, stat.
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Leaving my mark I’m always here. I like your photos. I like the ones that you take on inanimate objects because then I have to look for it. The part that intrigued you. Sometimes it isn’t even in the photo it was just the feeling that you had. You capture that well.
What’s your lasagna recipe? it looks delicious