Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Testing…testing.
Well. I tried. But my last post reminded me that everyone wants everyone else to read their stuff. No one cares what anyone else is writing about.
5 people liked my last post. I spent hours getting a post just right and 5 people admitted they’d read it!
Here’s what it’s like to be a blogger:
No…really…it’s exactly like that. At least a few people commented, so I can’t say this:
I’d ask GUE (God, the Universe, and Everything) what it thought about my dilemma, but I’m not ready for that kind of pain in my life.
He’re what I think (everyone has the right to my opinion):
- The world is run by people with the maturity of 3 year-olds.
- The only reason we’re not living in a nuclear holicaust? Two soldiers who actually know what it’s like to live in the real world have to unlock the missles first.
- If the politicians could do so, they’d be in underground bunkers waiting for the rest of us to kill each other off. Since we’re adults and want to get along, they’d die in their bunkers…along with their children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren…
- People want to laugh instead of thinking about the fact that the world is run by people with the maturity of 3-year-olds.
I see you laughing. You know I’m correct!