what?!

is it really almost, pretty much September? Geez, I remember when I was a kid and a day seemed like a lifetime. Nowadays my weeks are like minutes. I'm freaking old.... What's gonna happen next year? What about when I'm 30?! Dear Lord, I need a daiquiri.

trial run

I used to be a blogging machine. I blogged about getting crapped on by a bird. About seeing a homeless guy peeing on the wall of the post office. And about creepy thugaboos hitting on me in the grocery store. But somewhere along the line, I hit a rut. I was in a "sad place." That term is funny. But, yeah. And I quit blogging. However, due to being introduced recently to the blog of a magical little friend named Sommer, I decided to put on my blogging shoes and hop to it again. Chances are no one will read it. Or even gain anything from it. But this is a lovely outlet. I'll try to get it up for more than a few years, like last time.