So here we are again. Me staring at a blank blog post just wondering where it all went wrong. Just wondering how I let solid blog posts slip through my grasp like grains of sand.
Thanks Skywalker, you hate sand almost as much as the internet hate the prequels... (Couldn't find just the quote so only that first 8 seconds are what I intended of showing.)
But alas I have failed. I have tried and tried to be the best blogger there ever was, a very farfetched goal, but a goal nonetheless. It just don't work. The true problem is my dang distracted mind. One week I may not think of something cool to post about and the next I might just be feeling too tired so I don't post at all. Well enough is-
Thanks Samuel, you swear so moneky fightin well... (Why doesn't the plane fly on weekends?)
But as I hear the apartment maintenance man getting our bathroom fan working for the first time in a week I realize there's hope. Sure, sometimes you have to poo in a room that's awfully quiet where your roommates can hear every fart and plop, but sometimes, some glorious times, you are able to get that fan going again and let me tell you, my next trip to the bathroom is gonna be le-
Thanks Barney, you describe my bowel movements so well...
Well that's it, that's all I've really got. This post, once again, is more for my sake but as always I've tried to make it enjoyable. Expect more. Always expect more.
Thanks for reading and-
Thanks Sound of Music for that song that will never get out of my head...
