We’ll get to the good stuff next week, I promise. Continue reading
Everything exciting in action movies either (a) happens in Mexico or (b) happened in Mexico. The same can be said for my stories, but since I’m not daring enough to send them to Mexico, it happens at the border.
Can’t let them lead lives that are more exciting than mine. Cause I’m a jerk. Continue reading
Because I’m a jerk. A massive, massive jerk.
And I’m not sorry.
And I’ve decided I like Albrecht better than Albert. I have to go change that.