I wasn’t going to write this today, but then I saw a newsletter from a dude I admire and loathe at the same time, and it pissed me off, so fine, I will write. I didn’t want to write because I had no idea what to write most of the time. Like today.
Last week I asked ChatGPT what my goals for April should be and this was one it suggested:
"Mascot Flashback": Organize or participate in a local event as a mascot for a day. This can be a fun way to reconnect with your past while entertaining others.
ChatGPT, you are an idiot.
In other news, I helped an autistic girl write a keynote speech, ate a sandwich for lunch every day, and had a Mezcal old-fashioned last night at my bar, which is decorated with over 1000 lemons. I took a lemon drop shot with my friend's son, who was celebrating his 21st birthday at the bar. It was his idea, not mine. I’d rather swim in a pool of spoiled chili than do shots. Eh.
I don’t think humans should own dogs, but that’s just me.
I bench-pressed 185 lbs at the gym one time this week, which was interesting. I also realized my legs are the size of a 13-year-old girl’s, for better or worse.
Mom is sick, my girlfriend is shooting a movie with two comedians, and ...oh wait.
I almost forgot…
My best friend from Florida took me to see Theo Von's show at the Fox Thursday night. One, Theo is hilarious. Two, it reminded me of something.
I gotta laugh more.
I laughed pretty hard for the entire hour. On the way home, I thought, why don’t I go to more comedy shows? Or watch more comedies? Or do things that make me laugh more?
So, ChatGPT, you weirdo, my goal is to have more experiences that force uncontrollable laughter.
Trey