Bathroom Blues

Today I took a shower. Today while in the shower, there was a moth fluttering around. This isn't the first time this has happened, mind you. It actually is a common occurrence, only not just moths, but mosquitoes as well. Now, you won't find one anywhere else in the house, except occasionally one near the sliding glass back door from letting the dogs in and out. So, how is it that they always manage to make it to my bathroom? I don't know. But I don't appreciate it when they bite me behind my back as I'm peeing. Or simply being in the bathroom while I'm in it is unsettling enough. I mean, how aware are these guys? I've always wondered if they really are alive like we are. Sometimes I'm convinced the mosquitoes in the bathroom come bite me only when they know I'm not in a position to get them off of me, or else make a mess, if you know what I mean. And that requires thought, intelligence. But surely they don't think that, right? Right. I'm just upset that a mosquito bit me just above my right butt cheek two days ago while in the bathroom, and it still is itching. 

Get on with it!

This election is wearing me out. I am so tired of everyone pointing fingers, saying the words "change" and "reform" and "maverick". I'm tired of being told what each candidate will do when in office, when in fact they will only do those deeds if Congress votes to. Both Obama and McCain have changed their views on topics along the way, which is fine, but it just shows that nothing is certain. Things will not be as they say when whichever one of them is elected, they never are. 

I once was excited for this election, but now I'm so over it. The excitement started declining for me when Obama won the nomination for the Democratic Party. Hillary Clinton is so much more deserving to be president than he, especially if you want to talk about who is better prepared. 

I don't care at this point who is president. I don't like either of them. Just get the election over with so we can move on to making fun of whoever actually gets the job. Just kidding. Kind of.

Moving on, tonight I have to learn a lot of Statistics. So come teach me or, even better, take the test for me. 

Let It Rock

Look, this is my first blog. Don't judge, don't hate, don't front. 

This should be lots of fun, but that's not to say I won't tell you you smell like your mom every once in a while, either. Gotta keep it real. Nah mean?

What will I talk about, you ask? Whatever flows from my fingertips when I sit down at my computer. Who knows? Will I talk about my latest pimple? The next time I hit a frog while driving? That quiz I turned in with no answers? Anything is game. 

What do you need to know about me?

- I'm different.

- I'm a storyteller.

- I like lists.

- I'm thirsty.

- I like sarcasm.

- I'm a dreamer.

Much more to come. Keep up or get lost.