why does everything need a title
“F IT! WE’LL DO IT LIVE!” At 33, I’m in my Jesus year right now and the only semi remarkable thing I have done all year was finally purchase renter’s insurance. I’ve decided that this place has now turned into my little therapeutic corner in the world, where if I want to talk about how limburger cheese is so very delicious, I will. Or if I want to talk about how Donald Trump is the sole reason I changed my mind and am now staunchly AGAINST Twitter getting an edit button, I will. Continue reading or don’t. This is mainly for my great grandchildren to read their once amazing matriarch's written words and how she may or may not have also sharted a little sometime in her Jesus year (KIDDING…OR AM I?) I’m just going to stream of consciousness it today. Maybe once I’m done I’ll read it back, tighten it up and make this thing flow like poetry or maybe I’ll just keep it as is and have it read like multiple people from all over have just added whatever they want, wherever the