Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Time is hard to come by

Wow. When I started this, I figured "Hey, take a couple minutes outta your day...post a couple of thoughts...bing, bang, boom, you're done...no biggie". Yeah, right. It's seems so simple to do, yet in reality, it's much harder. When you have thoughts in your head, you don't have time to post. When your mind is a blank, you have plenty of time. And of course, there's the times where you just don't feel like it. For anyone wondering why I haven't posted a blog lately (hahahahahaahaha....yeah right, again), I apologize.

Anyway, what is there to talk about? Sadly, not alot. But I will do what I can.

Speaking of sadly, some well known people in my old home town died this week. One of cancer, and the other of suicide. (On the subject of suicide, that is a real touchy thing with me. I will go into my real thoughts about that later due to the feelings of fellow classmates that are in pain right now. I will just say that doing that action makes me more mad than sad.) But it truly is terrible when someone a whole town knows passes away. It makes the town feel even smaller afterwards. Like a piece of it is now gone. My prayers go out to his family. I would never ever want to go through that.

Okay, let's quickly jump to a completely different subject altogether. People's laziness and how it affects me. I told ya I was gonna go off sometimes on my pet peeves so don't complain. It's summertime and what says more about summertime than mowing your lawn, or in this case the lack of  it. Why can't people get off their lazy butts and cut their own grass anymore? Yeah, I know what you are asking...how could this possibly affect me? Simple. Trucks pulling trailers with 3 tons of mowing and trimming equipment on back. You know it happens to you too. You are in a hurry somewhere and what pulls out in front of you (slowly might I add) but one of these monstrosities. I can't stand it. They drive 5 miles an hour for fear a hoe or something might fall off and Lord help us if they have to turn where you do. They need at least 1-2 miles between cars to feel like they can safely turn. Ooooooh, burns me up. Get outta the freaking way!!! Get a freakin real job!!! People, save your money and cut your own damn grass!!!

Okay, calm down.... . . . . . . . . okay, there. Anyway, some sad news and some anger issues. Ran the gambit today, I guess. Hopefully I will find time to write here again sometime soon....either that or I need to invent something like a time machine or wormhole maker or a time pauser to allow me more time to get on here. Of course, if I did any of those things, I would probably either be too rich or too busy using them for evil intentions to ever write on here. So, there goes that idea. Till next time.

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