Oh My E


Here I am again, Bloggy! I have missed you.  Mama walked to the library to get on the computer. Mama's gonna be walking a lot if you get my drift in the terms of my license is suspended.  There may or they MAY NOT be a dui going around, I dunno. I don't remember anything.  But I have to walk.  So there was a gap in my blog.  Poor Gappy Bloggy.  Lookin all fresh and then the gap.  Sorry.  Mama was busy with some serious busy.

First I started I new job.  Three days in, mama stands up too fast with anemia and faints at her new job.  Never fainted before. Yeah the ambulance was called and the whole nine.  Nevah going back there.  Listen if you want me to write.   Mama needs a twenty.  Paypal all up in my ass.  Mama is poor.  For realsies.  Donate and give me money cause I'm funny. Duh.  Open up the purse strings. You get the picture.  I want to see how much money you have so show me.  Be delightful.  Are you rich?  Because I am not.  Gimme Gimme.

I was thinking of hitting up Old Uncle Kenny for a desktop but he has no idea.  So it's my birthday, and I wanna desktop.  Picture in Uncle Kenny.  When he pees, a million dollars comes out. I like presents and mama wants a present.. Like a desktop. That is what is HAPPENING.

All you want to know at the end of the day, is that everything is gonna be okay.  Safety bloggy.

Also I never care what I wear. I am now wearing silver shoes with compression socks (don't ask). And a Dunder Mifflin T shirt.  Oh wait!  I have on black sweatpants that crop below the knees and say Irish on the side.

The End

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