That’s some slightly sub-par takeout udon. I didn’t make it (if I had, it would be better). I don’t particularly feel like eating it either, because when I got home from my shitty day at work I ate a bag of cheese popcorn while I watched American Idol. And you know what? I feel better, although I’m not sure if it’s because of the popcorn or Jason Castro’s intoxicating, ukelele-accompanied version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” And if you want to judge my low-browitude, I respectfully suggest that you attend to the beam in your own fucking eye.
You may be wondering why I’m berating you in a post about takeout noodles. I would be too, if I were you.
I’m actually here to warn you: I’m going out of town, and there will be no Smackdown this Thursday.
I know, I know. It’s upsetting. But you know what? Life sucks, get a fucking helmet.
Sorry, it’s been a really shitty day.
I’m including two photos of my fucking adorable-ass dogs here (1) to make you feel better and (2) because it’s my website I can.
I will be in Boston, aka Beantown, aka Soxville, aka WASPy McBerg, first for work and then for fun. I will drink beer, and I will eat food, and I will hopefully remember to take pictures of these things to share.
AND because I care about you, the valued customer, I will hold a special edition FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN when I return, no matter how tired or bedraggled or Protestant I am when I get home from the trip.
BECAUSE I FUCKING CARE.