Robert Draper Is A Douche

I am not even going to tell you why. He just is.

Good Day

I think it is very funny that all of my life, I have been writing my story in my head, but yet I can't seem to get it down here. Literally, there is a running monologue in my brain of things I would write if I were to write them down. It's just not happening.

I have a very dear friend whose family is insane, despite their perfect outward experience. I always tell her I am going to write a story about them, but I haven't even started it. They deserve a book.

So here is my new school year resolution: Write more. More, more, more, more! And not just in incomplete sentences, but in an intelligent manner. I am going to have to get me one of those.

Promises, Promises

I know I almost always promise something I can't deliver on. Here I am. I am not promising, but I am trying. :)

So....

Bill Maher is back. That is always good. I have only had chance to watch one. The show I saw had John Mellencamp on it. I think I heard his dentures clashing together everytime he talked. I was totally distracted by that to pay attention to what they were saying, but it sounded like nonsense.

I am currently watching Bob Saget: That's Not Right. Uh, yeah. Its not. It reminds me of how gross he was in Aristocrats. Nasty.

I have been in my new job for a year and a half now and it is still awesome. It is good everyday. The only customer who was ever mean is no longer a client. Things are good in that respect.

We finally sold our house and moved. We bought a bigger house in a cleaner neighborhood. Upon first inspection, it was the greatest ever. However, once we moved in and started looking around, it seemed like all was wrong. On the plus side, the green pool is now crystal clear and the fish in the pond are dying from clean water.

So, though I can't make promises, I will try to get on here more. It seems like more time might be coming my way and this laptop is very handy.

Bye for now.