LOOKS LIKE I PICKED A BAD TIME TO STOP BREATHING

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I started this one with such high hopes. And now look. Night of the Living Freaking Dead. I guess I can attribute the fact that it's kinda mask-y to that clown show, although not intentionally. You know, this reminds me of the time I was in a spelling bee. It was down to me and this girl. They gave me my word: "plumber". A softball. It was almost like the fix was in. Everybody knows how to spell "plumber". I probably knew how to spell it when I was 3. I stood up and said "Plumber. P,U--" What??? PU?? Please, God, wind it back 2 seconds and I'll be good for the rest of my life! Well, God didn't see fit to grant me that puny little favor that he could have done without even getting out of his hammock. The upshot of it was that I didn't have to be good for the rest of my life. So I haven't. Not only doesn't this story have a point, it doesn't have any connection to the above picture. So what? Get yer own blog.

I really am taking liberties with this blogging thing. I'm not nearly this rude in person. In fact, I'm probably "nice" to a fault. It would probably be a good thing if I merged these two personality directions instead of watching them head defiantly in opposite directions, blithely ignorant of what's at the end of this particular scenario. Hm. Well, I'll think about it.