Something got me started...

Yeah, yeah. I know. What? Everyone gets stuck in some decade...

I seem to be stuck in the 30s, 50s, 80s, and 90s. Sometimes, I feel like I'm in the 70s, but that totally doesn't count, because I have no real clue what to make of that decade.

...Probably because everyone was all too stoned to remember anything. Of course, they're all stoned now... But ehhh... I've gone done forgotten my point.

Hey listen, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I'd appreciate it if you didn't ask me questions that you know, you may not want an answer to.

For example, don't ask me why I haven't been viewing your posts... I could say that it's because they've gotten buried with the millions of posts that my other contacts posted, but you and I both know that it's because I can't be bothered to look at you or whatever it is that you have to say.

I feel like something's brewing, but I just can't tell what.

Oddly enough, I realized that I'm writing a lot more now. And it's all because of you. Because you thought it would be a fabulous idea to do that to me. Seriously, what are you on?!?! I would be angry, but torture fuels my inspiration motor and right now I'm on overdrive.

And so I suppose it would be best to just express gratitude. Thank you for torturing me enough to force me right out of Blankville. I would hate you, but I can't... And I'm begging you not to ask me why...

Because you and I both know that you are not going to like the answer.


As Always.
D.