Looking forward to this.
The greatest love story of all time more or less began with this song (believe it or not).
My parents are trying to get me to write a blog about cancer. Truthfully, if I did write a blog, it’d be about how weird they are.
I’ve been wanting to get out of this house for days. I did get to get out for a doctor’s visit, but that doesn’t really count. So, last night I wrote a letter and I’m hopeful I can get out of here soon so I can get a stamp and mail it.
When you’re a poor kid, you have to make some compromises to get ahead. So, I try to remember the tale about the hare and the turtle. I think we all know how that story goes.
One thing I don’t like about our overly sensitive society is the limitation of free speech to preserve a Victorian-esque sensibility. The alternative, as we have seen, is not one to emulate, but trying to redirect a bull is like playing that game at those arcades where you had this big bean-bag hammer that you’d use to pop these groundhogs as they popped up everywhere. You’d get a ticket every time you successfully caught one, but then they’d start going so fast you just get all flustered and curse the damn thing.