When I having nothing to say...
...my lips are sealed. (Talking Heads/David Byrne/Psycho Killer)
Several of you have made comments that you feel my blog is currently akin to a barren wasteland in regards to new posts. Whenever you begin to have this feeling, please read this post's title and first line. It'll should help you get past that feeling, and move to a place of happiness knowing that I'm not just typing out all the random drivel that bobbles around in my brain. 'Cause it's there. I'm just refraining from exposing you to it. Trust me. It's better that way.
Several of you have made comments that you feel my blog is currently akin to a barren wasteland in regards to new posts. Whenever you begin to have this feeling, please read this post's title and first line. It'll should help you get past that feeling, and move to a place of happiness knowing that I'm not just typing out all the random drivel that bobbles around in my brain. 'Cause it's there. I'm just refraining from exposing you to it. Trust me. It's better that way.
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Or perhaps I just meant the bit about "Let us not go there..." in that quote.
You said the B word. Several times. Shame! You've lost your posting privileges for the rest of the day!
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