I sit here looking at this screen, wishing I had something funny to write. I want so badly to entertain you all with laughter and embarassment. For your sake.
For me? Well for me I kind of want to wallow. I want to continue to spew more whiny pity party bull shit about how I cannot take the stress any fucking more. I want to beg and plead for someone to take pity (there’s that word again) on me, swoop up both my houses and fly me off to a new, finished, home with a pool somewhere.
I want to bitch and moan and have much wailing and gnashing of teeth.
And I just… can’t.
I look at this poor blog, my sadly neglected baby, and I hate that all I have to give is shit lately. A long, depressing, boring ass line of shit.
I’m starting to wonder if a blank out of date page would be better…