Just noticed something

I think I am very boob obsessed. Almost every blog I have written about has something about boobs in them. Well this one does as well. Boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs. Man do I love boobs.

No real big news today. Working, going home, working, going home, working, going home, working, going home, working, going home, working, going home, working, going home. One thing I notice about working and going home is how fast time flys.

I am not moving, but I hate moving. My friend is moving and I am thinking how much I hate it. I hate the packing. I hate the moving of stuff. I hate the cleaning after the moving. I hate the unpacking. I hate it all. I hate the unpacking the most. Mostly because after the cleaning, the moving and the packing, I just want to be done. Guess what? I am not done, I still have to unpack. Those bastards!!! I don't know what bastards, but the bastards who created moving are bastards.

It is funny. I read other people's blogs and they are about things and interesting to read. Mine is about nothing and boring to read. Well maybe not boring, but I didn't want to use uninteresting for the opposite of interesting.

I have voted against using the spell checker. I am sorry, but this blog is not worth good spelling.

Random Thought of the Day

Trees smell good in the winter

Fell the wrath of Large Georgia green text.