importpunk

As I look through "My Feed" on Suicide Girls I see that just about everyone but me writes blogs. Therefore me and my somewhat overwhelming need to attempt to do the cool thing are going to write blogs. But the catch is that I'm horrible at putting things that are in my head in words. For instance, there has been a dead bird in the parking lot I walk through going to work for the last week or so. I've been kicking each time I walk by it towards a road. Why? I don't know. I'm thinking about leaving it on the sidewalk that's next to the road. Just so someone else can enjoy it. And by enjoy I mean be grossed out.

But that is what goes on in my head. Its not easy to write that kind of stuff down.