The next day

I didn't even read that... thing I wrote before. Suffice to say, I'm sure it was sh*t, and I'm not going to read it again. Out of sight, out of sight.

The last post I read, by someone else by the way, now that, THAT was about me. So glad someone else can nail me better than me.

I feel soooooo much like a car wreck right now. I was going to stop posting, but bugger that. It's coffee-cig-B&S-dancing-my-office time. And THAT'S all about me.

Or also the janitor if he walks in on me.