....people will think I turned to crap and the hogs ate me.
I could write for hours, but the thoughts that appear during the day are lost in the clutter and hard to find in the evening. I guess that's the nature of the beast, and I should carry a pocket recorder, which I have, but I don't. I guess I could rationalize, and come up with some really good reason, but I'm too tired to be creative and will chalk it up to laziness and a complete lack of focus.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.