Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeep beep beep beep
There's a faint pulse

There are reminders for blog posts scribbled on scraps of paper scattered throughout my condo.

"Write about how you like to get drunk and hold hands with that cute young guy."

"High gas prices = Slow drivers = Kim going to prison for a road rage murder spree."

"If Heaven exists, when a person who has been widowed more than once dies, are they met by an angry ex-spouse(s) when they get there? Do they have any obligation to them since it's 'Til death do us part'?"

"Tell 'em how you got a 'You're a champ!' and a pat on the back after giving a blow job recently."

"Get batteries for vibr..." Oops, different kind of reminder.

The point is, while I haven't actually been blogging, I've still been thinking about it. But what they adorable Duane said in the comments is 100% true, summertime is not blogging time. I just have so many things to see and people to do that I don't really have time for you right now. That's not to say I won't have time for you sometime in the future. Oh no, I'll be back.

I mean, I'm still pay rent on the place so I certainly can't let my money go to waste.