Though we cannot make our sun stand still, yet we will make him run.
Blue, resist the urge to use facebook. You can do it. Good luck.
Cats and dogs can be friends. So can cowboys and indians. So can we.
Why try to be the best when there's no hierarchy in heaven?

Monday, January 26, 2015

Thank You for the Great Sex, Neighbor... Now, get out!

Wouldn't it be great if you could just kick your neighbors out of their own homes? In my case it would be better than sex. Good sex. The kicky stuff. 

If you're one of my twenty or so readers (yes?) and you happen to have been wondering if perhaps I had won a ticket to Mallorca, Spain, because I've been so quiet, or better yet, Bora Bora, which I really think should be called Blue Bora given the free advertising my blog has been offering y'all and I have yet to receive a dime from the King of Bora, well, I'm afraid I've been stuck in my house not blogging but renovating our top floor on account of a new influx of noisy neighbors.

So basically I've been too busy to visit you all and I should be very much ashamed. Yes, sir. What kinda friend am I, right? Right. Plus I've been writing more topnotch lessons than is healthy for unhealthy people like myself, so yeah.... that about sums it up. Any words of wisdom before I go and disappear for at least another week? Of course. Here they come: find yourself a truckload of dough and go live in a dense forest with an owl. There. I said it.

Now excuse me while I go and pretend I was cut out for doing things like building three foot walls and stuffing them with this soundproofing stuff I don't even know what it's called. But it IS expensive.

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