It was one of those days …
When you got too much going on up there, and not enough sense of the world, outside of there, the 3-dimensional one — ‘ya know, the one I’m talking about, this one here — when the wires get crossed — and you start to get lost — when you start to rhyme, then ‘ya start to screech, cause ‘ya never did intend to rhyme — whether it’s up there or here, when you start to ask questions — you shouldn’t have to ask, when ‘ya start looking for things, you don’t need to be looking fer, going up and down stairs, —
If only things were just a bit more copacetic, but they’re not —
And you’re tickled to discover …
When you see you’re still here —
And you jus’ can’t help but smile at yourself.
This is gonna be short.
- And that’s because – Fucking WordPress!!! What is wrong with you guys. New version is just dandy when it grants you a visit otherwise you’re back doing the old shit again, typing each tag without spellcheck – OMG! What a chore…
And now you’ve fucked up the most important page! The super duper versions paper, which we compose on, and you’ve totally destroyed the basic formatting, where you have no idea how many times you have to hit return before you get that extra space you want in there, between paragraphs!
So, as demonstrated above, I can easily use bullet formatting or numeric, but I am no longer able to slide into paragraphs, and it is so fucking annoying!
What kind of Brains are developing these, these – I don’t even know what to call them!
(Personally I think they’re all missing a few screws.)
All very nice, of course, affable, but totally daffy when it comes to basic organizational thinking and, and what? Visualization system is inoperable?
The Eyes of an Aesthete Wanted
On the other hand, if this is an example of how someone who may have Schizophrenia, for example, works, well, that’s another subject altogether.
But why do we still need two versions of the Statistics? Neither is much improved. So make a decision.
Throw one in the trash, already!
Seeing the actual word italicized, however, is a whole lot better than than seeing words buried under HTML script.
So that is an improvement.
That just wouldn’t stay in any longer.)
Ever since I did the update, I’ve been wanting to put this down on paper, but something else always managed to shove it below the pile, where it finally said …
No more of this!
I will no longer be a wallflower!
This morning I awoke to a heavenly dream when my roommate knocked on my door, and I had to get out of bed, because she wouldn’t stop knocking. I reluctantly stepped into the hallway and headed for the kitchen, where my roommate stood with this precious creature.
I fell in love with her instantly. And as Dexter was absurdly part of the settlement, even though I bought him specifically as a therapy dog, with my own money … Obviously something wrong about any laws that would do that …
And the rest is history.
So meet Ms Precious Button Eyes, found during the demonstrations on North and Pennsylvania Avenues, the Hot Spot, as I call it, of the mayhem that took place here last Monday.
Regina found her yesterday, there, lost or abandoned, perhaps, in the streets, and scooped her up and brought her home, after people started inquiring about her owner.
Ms Precious Button-Eyes is now an Emotional Therapy Support Dog to three women!
Plus, she’s some type of breed. A Marque. Seems to have many types. Not sure what that means.
All I know is that she is precious!