Currently missing the love of my life and by the love of my life I do mean a specific group of professional baseball players, none of whom know I exist.
The real Grimace is back at Citi Field today, holding a miniature pumpkin, and the fake Grimaces in the crowd are going nuts.
(I can't believe this is a real thing I just tweeted during a Mets playoff game.)
I am such a fun person and so easy to get along with as long as the layout I have secretly imagined for the entire day goes exactly as I planned it without variation or interruption