yEECHK!

i've gotta tell you how disblahh i am with that latest postage. so much so that i'm almost ready to quit all together over it. yeah, i got legitimatelike complaints of precious time lacking from whence to write in... whait?... whatever, the point is that not only can i not write seriously without sounding like...say...gloria estephan singing joan jet's only hit "i love rock'n'roll", i also can't write one ittybitty blog post without having to take a day off of work, or totally neglecting my entire family for hours until i'm done publishing, editing and republishing... does anybody else get that gloria-joan jet stab?, or is it just me trying too hard to be an intellectual comic. you intellectual types reading this (in my dreams) are muttering "try being funny... at least capitalize, cheeesh!" isn't it cool that i don't do that, though? like in a rebel way? to heck with grammar! no, i'm beyond that, to heck with making sense. i actually capitalize( if only i could sell this stuff) on senselessnesses.



ok
fact is, i'm so busy hittin the backspace key on every other word, i just don't have time to shift and stuff. it's bad enough that i gotta put a space between words and use punctuation and use words that mr. webster approves of. aprooves of. apprroovveess ooff. whatever.
my wife complains that i go on and on without breaking a paragraph into sentenses. i loose her, she says. i tried reading a post of mine once, and she's right. so here it is. the new way. short thoughts. to the point. straight up. cool. yup. read carefully.