So last night at the local Circle K, my son bought me “The Sweetest Comeback In The History of Ever”. . .Hostess Cherry Fruit Pie!
So is Hostess making a true comeback?? Hmm. . .
So for the last few days I’ve been going through, and what I consider, “A blog identity crises!” as I seem to go through every six months or so. And for those of you who haven’t quite put a finger to it. . .I tend to get bored with the same-o, same-o, now meaning with my blog’s name and its appearance, something I inherited from my better half who tends to change the appearance of his business website at least three times a year just to keep it interesting. Not a bad concept, but at times the idea can get a bit overwheliming. But as the saying goes: If you play with honey enough, sooner or later something’s bound to stick! So in a nutshell, I’m basically screwed!
But HELL! If I keep going on like this, changing my blog’s identity, I might as well be Prince and permanently turn myself into a symbol!
God, don’t you guys just miss Prince?? Don’t you miss when things were so simple, less complicated, and the only way to socialize was outside of your house?
Later,
Dev
Yeah. . .I’m really packin’ them in with this boring sight.
Tell me again why I opened up a blogging site if I don’t blog?
. . .I’M LOST!
The boss. The drug lord. The drug dealer. The dope runner. The drug pusher. The bagman. The hit-man. The assassin. The fuck up. The innocent bystander. The lover. The mistress. The wife. The children. Guns drawn. A really big shoot out. Everyone dies. Silence. Blood is flowing. Flies buzz around. The bullet riddled piñata donkey hangs by a swinging limb. Candy is scattered everywhere. The Federales bullshit about the massacre and help themselves to cake and ice cream.