Empty promises are like dead puppies (depending on their state of decay, obviously). They look good from afar but are actually useless other than to prop doors open.
I hate empty promises.
And people who make me wait around with my d*ck in my hand because they don't have the decency to pick up a phone and say: "Listen, China, I can't make it."
How difficult is that? I mean, come on!
I had full, noble intentions to sit down and clack away at a new piece last night but - no - instead I had to await the imminent arrival of the Lord Muck! I know phones work two ways, but don't arrange something with someone and expect that person to call you to tell you you can't make it.
Sour? Yip, maybe. There was a lot riding on this.
Anyhow...
It's NS (formerly NN) birthday today.
Happy 30th, Dude. What's the other side of the hill looking like?
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