Okay, so I'm sorry that I got you all excited. It was wrong of me to lead you astray. I figured I would create a loophole for those of you who may be thinking of washing your hands of this mass-uh-cree but were not wanting to hurt my feelings by UN-following. It's all about yous, friends. It's all about yous.
As I have found out the hard way, UH-GIN, it is not smart to rush into ANY thing without thinking it through, and, staying true to form, I did it yet again. I started this A to Z challenge with aspirations of rattling out posts on a daily clip, with hopes of broadening the reach of my morbidity to the masses but as it turns out, it's not as easy as some of you make it look. I am boring. I have the sense of humor of a potato and I am a french fry short of a happy meal. Excitement, as defined by me, is going to my buddies house to game it up. I get excited thinking about sleep, if by chance, either the Bi or In Laws offer to watch Bear for a night. Throw in a steak dinner and I pee in my pants a little bit. It's sad. I think that I am going to "Party like it's 1999." I am going rogue. I am going random.
My next post will include a Wushi, some random babble and the next letter of the challenge.
It may take me a year, but it has begun and will be released A.S.A.P. I'm also working on a guest spot over at one of Bruce's alias accounts, The Guy Book. It is my take on child birth and all of the things that I experienced during that long 7.5 month stretch.
I'll be chatting atcha's soon.