The Curse Of A Crap Memory
Once again, my brain has let me down. Time to sack it I think. Would be interesting.
Utterly boring day, so no point in me telling you about it. You could tell me about your day though. I’d listen, even if no one else will.
Anything for a response.
I’m a blog whore it seems. Pay’s crap, I’m gonna complain about that. Who do I address a letter to? Answers on a tag board comment box near here.
No reason for me to be doing this; no good can come of it. No one’s soul will be saved. If anything, peeps will suffer - suffer my typing and pointless thoughts.
Need a hobby really. Something relatively cheap and that won’t cause too much mess. I can think of a few already. But I don’t feel brave enough to say such things yet. I know, no one’s bloody seeing this anyway, so it don’t matter, but, my confidence is limited.
Oh, and: fuck breeding. Just fuck. Don’t breed. One or the other; don’t be greedy. If I think of something to actually say, I’ll come back. Could be a while. Ho hum.
-Bea Whale
