Can you handle it?
Sadly enough, my life has not been the epitome of interestly lately. I have not been evicted from an apartment, working towards any long term goals, or kicked out a public disturbance of a roommate.
But I did run over a large slab of honking fresh venison last night.
I was going to tell you all about it, but I imagined myself relating the story by changing the words in the "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" theme song and immediately nixed the idea. You're welcome.
Isn't it weird how the mind works?
So lately I've had the cold that WILL NOT DIE. Meaning that I cough every four minutes (you could set your watch!) and wash my hands so frequently that my knuckles bleed from chapped skin.
Oh, and it is MOTHER FUCKING BITCH ASS COLD here in PA. Known what's funny? When I read PA, I say "Pee-Ay" rather than substituting my state's name. Obviously, no good can come from the influence of inbred Amish folk.
Anyway, the weather is cold and I don't like it. Wah.
Right, so no snarky and insightful post tonight because I'm trying and nothing's coming to me. What I need is inspiration.
This post brought to you by the letters "O" and "G," which stand for "Original Gangsta." Because I'm not one.