
This is it. An invisible hand has made me pull the proverbial trigger and it has short stubby fingers - a whopping likeness of somebody’s I know too well. It’s high time I spend time on things I deem less important. Also, I’ve decided that I will now try slacking off talking in riddles so here’s a summary of what I’ve been saying minus the wordplay and the sugar coating and the kissing of ass, in case you didn’t quite catch it: I am incredibly fed up.
Not with myself.
Not with the universe.
You, this time.
But I’m too chicken shit and kind so I’ll be waiting for this post to pop up on my wall to immediately block it from your view :”>
I don’t mind at all having to be too kind but my parting words just made me sound like a wuss: “Okay”. Somebody, cut me out a paper halo.
