A great many people inquired why I didn’t post anything yesterday and …. well …. okay, THREE people wanted to know why I did not post yesterday. The answer is simple, I went to a pre-interview appointment on the Soft Porn Fantasy-camp, and it appears, I might have a shot at an enrollment in September. (I had a doctor’s appointment and a pressing Co-Pay, that is the reality of it)
Nothing for the girls here today, sorry, this is just a little bus porn for the guys and a weekend project for the ambitious who want to style on the boulevard and look good doing it.
Every day I will come onto Social Media and find some 40-60 posts on what is wrong with this country. Most of them concern politic’s, politicians, so-called low-life’s, scumbags, illegals, people from Persia or the Middle East, religious nut cases.
But this morning, I am throwing in a little wake up call of my own.
This the sad tale of the Washington State Pooper, a small lonely soul, who just did not have a good day.
Enable distraction-free writing mode, and everything surrounding the editor will fade away when you start typing. Move your mouse out of the editor to reveal everything again. Or you could move into a cave somewhere in The Sierra Nevada’s and eat granola bars until the drought is over. Flush hard, Bakersfield needs the water.
Most folks I believe, start out with the best of intentions, but somewhere along the way, something goes a little haywire and it all starts to unravel. This is the point, where if you are the least bit talented in feeling out the peculiar things of life, you will quickly realize that … People who “tell it like it is” …. usually tell it like A**Holes.
Today while lying in my hammock, I got to thinking about how things seem to get screwed up, especially on the Internet. It is the nature of the beast, it gets us all, and the reasons are fairly simple, nothing complex about it.