Is You off the d i m e? Fah re-l.

We can do this one of two ways. I can say what you want to hear, or I can say what I want to say. If you pick the latter, why don't you just mosey on to my other blog, alright. Because I think I complain on here too much, and it probably seems to you that I'm a little punk with these issues. So fuck that, alright?

Man, I don't know what to write about. OHHH how about I tell you about the times when my cousins and I were little and we were left in the van when my aunt would go into the grocery store real quick to get something and I was put in charge? Okay. Whenever someone passed by the van, we were paranoid that it would be a kidnapper or something, because before my aunt left she always told us, "Don't open the door to strangers." So we were always on the watch. So when someone would walk by the van, or when this suspicious looking person was anywhere in our plain sight, we'd act like statues. "Why?" you may ask. Well, its simple. Isn't it true that kidnappers like kids who move rather than kids who are statues? Yes, I think so. So, of course, being master deceivers, we acted like statues. We'd whisper loudly, "Act like a statue!" And poof! We're not victims-in-waiting anymore! We're undesirable, unmoving, inanimate objects. But not so much. That's my entertainment for today, folks. Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all week.