Apples and Lebroranges
I’ve been doing a lot more writing over on the sports blog I write for, Sports Tsar.
This is about Apple and the Miami Heat. Check it out.
I’ve been doing a lot more writing over on the sports blog I write for, Sports Tsar.
This is about Apple and the Miami Heat. Check it out.
I would hate that due to the subject of this post, it would be assumed that this is a slight against my mom. For those who have met her, the thought would not cross their mind at all. Yet, for those across the internet landscape who have not had the pleasure, I assure that she is the most loving, thoughtful, and perfect mother that any person would be lucky to be the son of.
However, I want to talk about my Dad.
oh and i’ve decided that this isn’t really a sickness. all this coughing and the sore abs are handstand training.
drowning myself in honey lemon tea right now.
or at least some overly lemon-ed version of it.
i think i’d treat myself better when i was sick if i knew how to do it right.
Oh the American public’s concept of what makes an album “good” makes me all giggly inside.
This song on the drive home = best part of my day.
What I find disturbing is that a large part of my age demographic that are Packers fans, and there are a lot, tend to talk about how terrible Favre is and enjoy making fun of him in light of the Packers winning the Super Bowl yesterday. What they fail to realize is that Brett was what made them a Packers fan in the first place.
When someone says that something “couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy,” what they mean to say is that the person was really nice and they deserved it but what they actually are saying that the guy had a deep fundamental flaw keeping more people from liking him that enabled to be able to do what he did.
dear other plaid shirt aficionados,
how do you keep your sleeves from becoming wrinkly when you wash and dry your shirts?
your pal,
clayton.
by the way…turning 21 on tuesday. keep your eyes on my twitter (twitter.com/claytongraham). it’s bound to get rowdy.
