Here’s lookin at you kid. I know. I know. I am saying goofy lines over and over again. This is my feeble attempt at blogging after life’s insanity if late.
Mostly I just want to gripe and complian. Not my normal mode of operation. For instance: I would like to find the person smoking at this moment–ruining my beach experience–giving me a headache–and stuff that ciggie up several choice openings in said persons head.
Some people, have made my already painful existence super
bad word bad word hard. I can’t do to them what would make me feel a release so I simmer and stew.
I. Want to make this funny. Cuz that would make me feel good, but hunt and peck typing takes too long. Besides, half the time when I get back to my computer I find I have not said what I intended.