Let the rant begin . . .
I'm obsessed with this bloody blog. As a matter of fact, I should change the name to "Bloody Blog." Stop crawling underneath my skin, manipulating my fingers so they always slip back to the mouse and then click onto my favorites, leading me back to my obsession--trying to figure out this "Bloody Blog."
Somehow, I screwed up the e-mail settings that I had in place, which had everything moving nicely in a uniform type of way from blog to pcquill yahoo -- But no! I have to tweak the damn thing further--like I do to my drafts--wrecking havoc and destroying perfect prose, so that I have to go back months before to an earlier draft and figure out what was good and what was herbicide. I'm not talking agriculturally or organically or even herbicidely. I'm talking from a overgrowth of frustration that is choking my keyboard--Out damn weeds. Out!!!! Not even a bottle of white out could help, though I could use a recreational respite and paint my toenails or fingernails or my bloody white walls with, what else is there other than WHITE?
God help me. I've been blogged!
7 years ago