No Cure for What Ails You
Seems like every time I visit this blog to say something, I’m trying to explain why I haven’t been around. While you may wanna know, and I know you’d love to be in my business and whatnot, I’m afraid to tell you there’s nothing to tell you that you’d be all that interested in. Truth be told to the third power, I ain’t all that interested in what’s going on with me either.
I’ve been so tired and as we speak, I’m suffering a cough that’d make you kick your mama and sock your daddy in the right eye. Should you actually go off and do a fool-crazy thing as that, send me a video, folks. I do have rare occasions to watch foolishness. While it may be an unhealthy break from reality, any kinda break is alright with me. Okay?
Let me also add that I’ve been trying to get to this blog but I got real side-tracked. The fact of the matter is I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t. I went to the pharmacy to get this issue medicated but there’s no cure for not knowing how to find your blog. Neither is there a pill, patch or shot for coming up with what to say on the blog once you get there. I was like, Lordy mercy, whatever is a discombobulated southern belle to do? The answer never did come to me, so I decided to take a nap, folks. You know, sometimes, you think better when you’re sleeping…yelling at your neighbors from your front porch…eating syrup sammitches or fish and grits for breakfast…plucking a chicken…You know, it’s a southern thing. I hope you understand.