I don’t think I’m funny any more. I keep having these motherfucking migraine headaches. They kill. I would like to crawl in a deep, dark hole, and not climb out for, ya know, ever.
I miss blogging though. A lot.
I miss the comments my readers would leave me. Sometimes sweet or supportive. Other times, just some funny shit that made me giggle so hard I would fart. And who doesn’t love a good fart?
So, I guess you’re all gonna get stuck reading the mundane, everyday shit my life really is. I will apologize in advance.
Yesterday I was feeling semi-okay, so I brought my brats and 3/4’s of my dogs to the Nature Center for a short walk. 6/7’s of us behaved badly. 1/7 of us felt like she wanted to beat the living shit out of the others, but her head was hurting to much to put forth the effort.
When I’m not pretending to be a writer, sometimes I like to pretend I’m a photographer. Oh boy. Doesn’t that sound grown up. Truth is, I like to take a shitload of pictures and hope for the best. Some of my friends/readers have already seen these. I’m sorry you have to suffer through them again.