For use when I really don’t have time to figure out to what category the post should belong.
As you can see, a new theme has been employed at this here old blog. I hope you enjoy the new look. If you don’t, what do I care. Like your opinion matters to me?
Really, it doesn’t.
No. Really.
Just keep it to yourself. Okay?
Whatever. Bite me.
Any suggestions would be appreciated. Those of the ridiculous kind shall be mocked relentlessly. Or given kudos for being imaginative and outrageous. It depends on whether I like you. Or not. More than likely not. Mostly because I’m bored and having enemies makes for an exciting day.
So, yeah, I don’t like most of you.
However, again… suggestions would be appreciated.
All my books have been restored to my Nook library! Regularly scheduled reading can resume!
Oh boy.
When I heard that Eddie Van Halen passed away, I have to admit I shed a tear.
Sleep well. Watch out for those creepy bed bugs. Don’t get caught up in any nightmare conspiracy theories. But do have nice dreams. Well behaved dreams.
Wait.
Nevermind.
I forget who I am talking to. The fact that you read my blog is the first hint that you’re incapable of behaving, let alone have well behaved dreams.
Anyway, good night.
Oh, and don’t tell anyone that tomorrow’s Monday.
I dressed up the blog a bit. Hope you like it. And if you don’t, who the hell asked you?
Wait.
I did, didn’t I?
Sorry about that.
I am content. I took it easy. No need to exhaust myself.
Took it long enough to get here.
And, quite frankly, I’m not impressed. Thankfully, I’ve had my morning coffee. Oh, and I’ve once again managed a full night’s sleep. So, facing Monday will not be a struggle. Still — really? Go away Monday.
Anyway, you all be on your best behavior. Mostly because I know you can’t actually behave. None of you can. Seriously, you’re all out of control. Get a grip, will you?
That’s right! Eat your heart out because you’re not going to get to eat these beauties.
Oh, and I made them from scratch. From beginning to end. Well, okay, Tina helped find the ingredients. However, I measured, mixed, spooned, and baked these babies.
And to top it all off, I cleaned up after myself. No entitled white male lives in this house. There might be an entitled brat living here. We all have our crosses to bear.