On…what, exactly?

On…what, exactly?

I am sick of writing about myself.

Give me a topic and I’ll spout off my blowhard’s best.

2 Comments

  • Meagan on Jan 31, 2012 Reply

    Conspiracies.
    Or something you forgot for a really, really long time and then you remembered.
    Or explain the desire for great shoes. (I know I’m not alone here in wanting shoes that kick ass.)
    Or cleaning. Why haven’t we invented something to do that for us because it’s such an utter waste of time. (and the Roomba ISN’T that invention)

  • Becca on Jan 31, 2012 Reply

    Pick any of the following:

    The 6 Million Dollar Man
    Wheaties
    Folger’s Coffee

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