My ability to write anything decent comes in spurts. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been blogging actively for over 5 years now or if it’s due to my excessive need for perfection, rereading the same paragraph for typos, comedic timing and word flow.
That takes quite a few quarts of thinkin’ lube.
That’s one reason why I’ll post a song that I really love, especially if said song can express my current feelings and whatnot.
I really wish that I had a great voice or even an ounce of musician inside of myself, but I do not.
We all need to stop wishing for this and for that when it comes to natural talents, seriously.
I can make the loudest, most realistic armpit farts north of Columbus, but maybe you’ll never have the knack for it.
But I’m sure that there’s something that you’re better at than I am, like rapping.
Lyrical Gangsta Cat.
I keep messing around with my hair, it just doesn’t look right yet. It’s a work in progress. My daughter kind of half-assed helped me, but I still wasn’t happy with the results, although I’m really thrilled that the stuff washes out over time or with numerous shampoos to the unsightly spot.
I live an exciting life. Fuck yeah.
I’ve told a few people already that I’m starting to see some light at the end of the tunnel, although I’m not tap dancing (I can’t) or anything like that. I just feel like underneath all of the ick, it was a blessing in disguise.
I’ll just leave it at that for now. I still hope that he chokes on a wang.