222 home

I feel really bad. My dogs’ sense of smell makes this Almost a war crime. Sent from my iPhone

218 downstairs

My heart’s not in this, But my ass sure came to play. It’s a fucking pro. Sent from my iPhone

211 work

I’m happy to be The run of quick, nasty shits. And I do mean “run.” Sent from my iPhone

204 downstairs

My timing’s now off, But I can go one more day Without shaving, right? Sent from my iPhone

202 work

Long ass week coming, So starting off with a shit Feels like a good fit. Sent from my iPhone

201 home

(Last was 195, not 321. Why did I write that?) Alone in the house And not stifling my sounds. I’m so sorry, dogs. Sent from my iPhone

321 downstairs

Should I stop counting After this year? Is the bloom Off the stinky rose? Sent from my iPhone