I didn't mean bloody toe as in a British swear. My toe really is bleeding. A horse stepped in it. It didn't feel very good, but now it just feels like that icy-hot stuff got shmeared all over it. (Just saying, I successfully spelled toe as tow evey time there without realizing and had to fix it.)
I saw one of my really good friends in the absolutely wonderful play of Chicago last night. It was filled with razzle dazzle and all that jazz. (Smile for theater humor!)
Anyway, it got me thinking, why is it so entertaining when people are trashy? For some reason, cuss words and short skirts just make people laugh. It sure as heck made me laugh last night. This isn't going to be one of those long thought processes of mine, just a thought.
Anyway, I am hoping to post some sort of something every day. But I know that won't happen. It will slowly morph into just a few times a week, then just a few times a month, then NEVER!
Reader: **horrified gasp** Don't leave me!!!
Me: But what if I die?
Reader: But you are immortal O great blogger!
Me: Oh yeah, sorry. I forget.
Just kidding. I don't have readers. Just my friend Caylie and she just does it cause when God made her He got distracted and threw in a little bit too much awesome. (You're turning red aren't you? Aren't you? Wait.... ARE you?)
Farewell internet people. (aka my friends who take pity on me)
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