I wish I wrote for something worthwhile.
This no-name blog that just about no one reads is looking pretty pathetic from where I'm sitting.
But then again I've become increasingly familiar with "pathetic" over the past couple of weeks.
Anyway, there is too much in my head to write about right now. Needless to say it's all shit that no one really follows or pays any real attention to, so it really is better left unsaid.
Word to the wise, before I decide to publish this piece of shit post- fractured collar bones and working are not friends. Neither are fractured collar bones and seat belts or fractured collar bones and sleep.
Moral of the story: Don't get hit by a fucking car and fracture your collar bone.
2 Comments, Questions, and Concerns:
i read your blog and marinate in every word.
a co-worker of mine fractured his clavicle while "tackling the Earth" (read: doing a hand-stand and slipping on wet grass).
HA. I laughed so hard at your co-worker when I read that.
And the fact that you used the phrase "marinate in every word" has made inspired me to deem you my biggest (and probably one and only) fan.
:D
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