Don’t you sometimes just wish they’d hit you or get over it? I know I do. I’d rather box ten rounds than listen the requisite forty minutes. How ’bout the famous two hour sulk. Or, how ’bout the dramatic exits with little notes claiming they tried sooooooo very hard. I like my aggression served like I enjoy my Scotch. Straight and Neat.
Please read this blog using this link.
I spent a lot of time finding the link to share with you, but if you can’t be bothered to even look….well, I guess I’ll just have to understand, won’t I. I mean, you linked into my blog—it was your decision…and, I try to be witty for you.
I try to share new experiences and the neat stuff I can find. But, maybe I’m asking too much even with all the work I’ve done.
I guess I should have known. That’s fine. Don’t worry about me. I’ll just keep on typing away. Day after day………things you won’t take a minute, just one minute to scan quickly.
I don’t know why I bother. I’m not like you. I’m real. I’m thinking of other people instead of just tuning out their efforts. Just peachy. But, it’s okay. It doesn’t really matter anymore…….
OBVIOUSLY, I DEAL WITH A FEW VERY ‘SPECIAL’ PASSIVELY AGGRESSIVE PEOPLE TO GET THE RHYTHM OF THE RIFF RIGHT.
Boy, do I have some dandy material for this webmaster…Note to self–check out bulk postage rate for submitting ‘notes’ to the above linked site.