For the past two weeks I have been walking around making mental notes of all the stories that inspired me to start a blog. Plastic Applicators. Hymen. Keyboard. How do you even spell hymen? Milk Breaks. Waving at ducks. They are all so good, I dont know where to start. The Hammer. The Notebook (not the sad Nicholas Sparks movie which was NOTHING like the book, sad.). So many stories so little time.
While waiting to leave the office with that whose name I’d rather not say I decided to make my first entry. HOORAY, now…. blog where did I put you? CRAP, I am the worst blog owner ever. I started you a two whole weeks ago and I need to do a google search to find you. Peoples entries to google scare me. Let’s review:
How do you not know how to sleep? Really, who wants to factor. Desperate much…asking google how to french kiss? You are asking google how to fight; good luck kid! Oh people of google.
