Saturday, August 4, 2012

Mother may I?

So this started because I publicly admitted my fear of * coupled with the new uncanny urge to * whenever I-
Messy, messy, messy work.
Not my fault though.
I learned the hard way that starting a sentence with "so" will not score me any points in the literally clubhouse, so am learning to ditch the so's.
On second thought, who gives a hick? I know I do not.
Okay maybe I do, just a little bit but c'mon! life's short!
Short, annoying, unpredictable, inaudible and arrgh! I believe if it (it being life) came with a "how to" manual, things would be a whole lot simpler.
Speaking of simpler, I'd like to formerly announce that until further notice, Saturday's are not my best days.
In the near future, you'd come to understand but until then, look busy and act like you follow.
Where to begin? Whoa! this is huge.
I do not know where to start from.
Here's what would happen... I'll wrap it up here (for now), go somewhere nice and quiet, get my act together then come right back and set this page on fire!