Grinding My Gears...Again

I don't have anything to report on the writing front. So I'm grinding my gears instead.

You know what grinds my gears? Commas. I'm good with any other punctuation. Commas make me feel funny and self conscious. I don't like it. Why does everything have to be separate? I thought we all were suppose to be getting along? Words can't live in harmony either? Commas are obviously nothing but periods with fancy tails. Trying to be like "q". I think they are in cahoots. They're planning something and the government needs to get on this before they go on some killing rampage. I think we need to start a petition or a mob. Whichever floats your boat. Commandeer Doc Brown's Choo-Choo Train time machine and send them both to the 1800s. Keep the riff-raff out of our time period.

Back to you Diane...

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Grinding my Gears

Following in the footsteps of the infamous Peter Griffin, you know what grinds my gears? People who put a ton of graphics on their blogs. I like your blog. At times I become infatuated with it to the point I touch its hair when its unaware and run away in humiliation when it catches me. But I'm not going to stick around if I have to wait three hours to confess my undying love via a poem recited in front of the whole class. I'd rather move on to the next unexpected vict..er...crush. Then, you'll be kicking yourself because I didn't choose you to lock in my basement to be worshiped and scowled for all eternity. You may not think so now but one day you will. One day I'll be all famous on the news and you'll be sorry. Yep, just you wait and see. Seriously people, take a hint from the 1800s and dial down the graphics.

Back to you Diane...

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