I was gonna post a post about how I was pissed that Joan Jett tickets are over-priced, but I couldn’t get a coherent argument together, and I remembered that it wasn’t 1983 or whenever people last cared about Joan Jett. So anyway, I’m not seeing Joan Jett.
Then I was gonna post a post about how I’m really enjoying being on Word Press, and how everyone here is super nice and encouraging , but then all the positivity and happiness made me want to vomit.
Then I was gonna post a post about how I always knew I could write things people wanted to read, and now I’m doing it sort of, and it’s so great, and blah, blah, blah. So nah, that sucks.
So I guess I won’t write anything tonight. And that’s ok….. Hey wait, what’s that above. Did I write something? Nah, that doesn’t count. Or does it? I’m not sure. Eh, whatever.