Some days I consider marking all of my spam comments as not spam, just because they’re so incredibly nice. Like, thanks, Germaine from email@example.com. I’m glad you’re finding new, informative facts on this site every day. Keep up the good work, yeah?
My neighbors are having a hootenany. I don’t know what else to call it. They have big decals of a jukebox and some guitars (I think) stuck to the side of their trailer, party lights, and they’re singing “Leavin’ on a Jet Plane.” The other neighbors’ dogs are going crazy. For a town of, like, 80 people, I’d venture to say this rivals any college/party town. I don’t know if party town is an actual phrase, but it is now.
All I really wanted to do was come sit on my porch with a nice cup of tea and take some much-needed selfies in the late afternoon light. Instead, I’m sitting here in the dark with a room-temperature can of diet Faygo twist. Now with my dog on my lap because she keeps trying to jump off of the porch to bite these strange people who keep walking up and down the road. She’s six pounds of vicious, I tell you what.
Anyway. One of the last NaBloPoMo things for July. Hopefully August’s theme isn’t lame.
Mike White admits: “I guess I’m trying to write stuff that I, as a viewer, would connect to.” Do you think you do this on your blog?
Pfft. I don’t know how anyone can stand to read this sometimes. I’ve been told I write how I speak, and that’s terrifying to me, because this blog always seems like a giant ball of rambling with nary a cohesive post in sight. It’d be nice if everyone could connect to what I’m writing, but it’s generally just for my own emotional health.
I’m getting bitten by bugs right now. Badly. I’ve had enough. And someone up at this shindig just yelled “TURN IT UP TURN IT UP” Here’s what they’re singing. You feel my pain, right? Got to go, blog. See you in August, probably.