Party Horn

Well, hey.

Long time.

What's it been, a year?

Guffaw.

I so funny.

Guffaws again.

Give me a second here.

Ok.

Man, I'm good.

So witty.

So this is my way of starting the new year on this here daily journal thing.

If you're new here, I ramble. Rant. Reason. Revere.

Mostly, this is my mental playground. 

Where I get to flip around and jump and flow my brain and finger muscles.

I'd love for you to join me.

Actually, I couldn't care less if you did, it just seems like people say that.

Ooooooooh, honorable reader, will you join my journey, please?

[Farts slowly, loudly, still going...you wonder "How does he do that?" The author, staring at you the whole time, never breaks eye contact. It is almost melodic. And ends on a high note, which, strangely, delights you. You got a few seconds before the smell hits. I would leave.]