It's like yelling at someone really far away to take care of that.

Indirect passive-aggressive psycho mumbo jumbo, I'll leave that to my sister.

I think I want to plan these out, and like, give a preview in the previous one, but on the other foot, it's like my words might rust. 
So these follow together. 
For now.
Frankly the two different concepts bounced around in my head together. 
Funny no?

And see, my words did rust.  They spoiled and molded.  Because I'm not certain as to what I was talking about anymore.  Other than the sex bit.

But as of right now, I'm rather sure that the sun is out to get me.  Damn bugger.
And a donut, pizza, and Dr.Pepper is the breakfast of champions.

This blog is brought to you by discomfort and awkwardness by the way.
Times are a changin.  Friends and enemies and all those in between.

Hmm, it seems as though I may have pulled something. 

Welp, gotta go work.  Ja ne.