I haven't had much worth posting lately.
Truth is, I've been forcing what I DO post.
Sure, I've got a million thoughts on the Presidential Election, Limbaugh's slut deal, and a gozillion really funny pitchers.
It just seems that when I get a few minutes to sit down to write/post/whatever, none of it seems all that valuable.
Now, this is odd...For over four years, I've posted junk whether it was valuable or not.
Not so much.
Hey, here's a pitcher of a desperate canine!
I reckon when you're that ugly, you'll take what you can get.
Here's a pretty funny joke about a gal going to a nymphomaniac convention! (I told this one today, and all the ladies just laughed like hyenas).
Truth is, I've got something on my mind that I can't seem to figure out a way to write about on an open glob.
Maybe I'll just hand write it out on a piece of paper...read it a couple of times...maybe keep it in the nightstand to look back at, or throw it away.
It's been a loooooooooong time since I've used the "write something out by hand therapy" deal.
I know it works.
At least it helps.
Hey, here's a great poster of a raccoon making a statement that we all wish we'd have said at one time, or wish someone had said to us before we made a complete ass of ourselves.
Okay, so it ain't really a 'coon.
But, I think I'll take the advice anyway...
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