Sunday, September 11, 2016

No I in team and no V in CVS

This weekend was pretty standard. I say that often, but it was. The usual menu of yard work, eating a burrito from Paco's at Grant and Craycroft, Sunday night dinner, and grocery shopping.

Anthony is still getting over the flu so I went and did the Sunday evening stuff alone. I was out of honeybuns so the grocery store trip couldn't wait.

Anthony and I did sit and watch a rather bizarre documentary on Saturday night called "Holy Hell". It's the story of a cult and the nut job who has run it for decades. It turned out to be spiritual enlightenment in the beginning, but really it's more about the weird gay sexual manipulation the guy who runs it puts his young male members through. I've never understood the attraction cults have for the people who join them, which probably explains why I've never joined one.

I'd attempt to liken working in broadcast media to being a member of a cult except nobody wants to have gay sex with me at work. So, it's pretty easy to separate the two.

Dinner at Arby's with no one in the booth to eat with.
I did take two of these sliders home to Anthony so he could
have something for breakfast tomorrow.

A lovely sunset was happening when I walked out of Arby's
as seen looking west over Bark Avenue Dog Wash

Daredevil Boneless Wyngz at Walmart Market
"Turn Up The Burn" is a warning to your butthole.

Great Value Donut Cheeseburger
The romantic lighting on the box indicates
that eating these will get you laid.

A bag of candy left on the small soft ice substitute.

Stopped at the Speedway and Camino Seco Circle K
on my way home from the grocery store.
Just like there's no "I" in team, I noticed that
there's no "V" in CVS across the street.