Having worked with designers for a few years now, I would have assumed you understood, despite our vague suggestions otherwise, we do not welcome constructive criticism. I don’t come downstairs and tell you how to send text messages, log onto Facebook and look out of the window. I am willing to overlook this faux pas due to you no doubt being preoccupied with thoughts of Missy attempting to make her way home across busy intersections or being trapped in a drain as it slowly fills with water. I spent three days down a well once but that was just for fun.
I have amended and attached the poster as per your instructions.
Oh shit, buckle up. I might write a real entry here.
I mean, I said might, so I'm not really promising anything here. Because I know you care. My adoring public. Do people still read this? I see Francis comment on my music choice now and again. Hi Francis! Sometimes Kroger will collectively throw in a collective comment that they write in collection, so maybe they hang around too. Hey guys! Liz seems to linger, and Sarah might of been thrown back into the fray, and there's even the occasional Shelby. Hello to all of you if your eyes glaze over this particular wall of text! All those exclamation marks make me sound excited, but I have to come clean, I'm actually a little bummed.
You see, today is May 9th. As most of you are aware, today is Mother's Day. I can't see my mother today because my car is a 3,000lb liability that I don't really trust to leave town. It's leaking oil and has a trigger accelerator, but I'm going to stop here, because who really gives a shit about my crappy car? Point is, I'm pretty sad I couldn't be with my mom today, but that's just the way it is. Que sera, sera.
I was going to write about all of the shit I've been up to lately, but I don't really feel much like it. My interest is a fickle bitch, so far be it from me to give that dear lady any shit. If you're curious about what the J-Dot has been up to lately, call me. Your phones aren't broken assholes.
Sometimes you find the real good stuff in the least expected of places. Sometimes you realize the things you hung on to and trusted the most did more harm than good. Sometimes it's good to grow up.
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