Everyday We Shuffling

Again, I sit down to write without an idea about what to say.

I mean, I got a lot of ideas, but I am holding back on most things.

Some things do not belong on a blog.

But here I am.

So let's get to writing.

First of all, the word "blog" is terrible.

It stinks.

It's like the word, "brand." 

Yuck.

But yeah, I do both.

I suppose.

In my own anti-way.

Do it by not doing it right.

Or [waves hands] doing it different.

I'm yelling at people who cut in lines again.

I suppose that's something.

"Line starts back here, boys!"

That is kind of funny to me.

And then no-selling the "Oh, sorry" response.

Like I've moved on entirely.

Which I have.

Who is apologizing to me? And for what?

Next!