An Almost Pointless Point To Point Out

First of all, I think it's hilarious that my page views across today made cat ears.

Also, 7pm seems to be a popular time to check out my situation; I'll have to keep that in mind.

Dat Riker

I like getting good news, especially good news I can work with.

Unfortunately in life, we just don't always get to have good news.

Sometimes, the bread falls buttered side down,

and then we're sad for a bit,

because well, it's messy, and now your toast is presumably inedible.

In my life, though, it seems whenever I "drop the toast,"

it's because when I go to pick it up I find something more important,
or learn something that will help me later.

Like maybe,

don't put spread on your fucking toast in midair 

when you have a perfectly fucking stable counter you could do it on, 

and you could NOT ruin your damned breakfast!

Or you know, something along those lines.

I have strong feelings about my breakfast.

 

Courtesy of Thug Kitchen, My Muse

My highly metaphorical, fully digressed-from point is,

don't let little shit like that get you down.

You never know what could happen from that messed up slice.

You could see some mold or something you didn't notice,

or that almost fireball of lint clogging your fridge vents,

or that dog toy under the oven that was missing for months.

Dog toys are important.

Eli can tell you all about it.

He's my brother and wife's majestic beast, and he smiles a lot.

I'd bet all of Eli's toast is always awesome all the times,

because dogs like all the toast.