It happens every time, doesn’t it? Coming back after a long weekend you can never remember that it’s Tuesday. Those days need to be re-dubbed Muesday or Teonday. Whatever. Make a choice.
I learned today Tumblr is a living being, born of something. Specifically, my Tumblr was born of a womb. I know this because I got a birthday card in my email telling me so. Not that the tumblr was a living being, but that it was two years old. I figured the rest of that out for myself.
So yeah. I have a tumblr account that I completely ignore. This blog feeds that hot mess (or this hot mess depending on where you’re reading from). Getting that gentle reminder that I had existence somewhere else in the tübz, I of course had to check it out again. Upon entering, I quickly left, only to quickly return again and put my big boy pants on. I had seen that people re-posted my shit. Dafuq? So I followed them. Seeds planted. Waiting germination. I might actually go back again in another two years and see how the farm is doing.
Hot chick with junk. From left field I know, but it was a comment today at the office. And I wanted to leave you with something to think about besides this Ms. Sackrider.