Almost as interesting as revolving blogposts that never end thanks to their dedicated writer. No, seriously, don't be bothered. I'll write this whole post myself.
Email wasn't actually invented, sorry about the misleading title. It's a divine right birthed from the heavens, that magestically, no miraculously, no stubbornly convictedly shot its ass out of heaven and landed on this here computer.
I have no idea if anyone else has had this same experience, as I rarely see the proof. For all I know, based on some of the mystical ideas floating around, I type all my "you have 4-H tonight" emails myself. I'm sure I do, just as a reminder.
Well, that conspiracy busted like the Romeo it ain't, really it's more of a Lethario, whoever he is. Oh, I just looked it up, TOTALLY a Lethario, thanks lovers and perpetuators of the modern mythologian Shakespeare. And here I thought the Patriots knew it all.
I'm going to write myself a love letter, and I'm going to clear all the air. No more misconstrued "what did I mean by that" re-readings of blogposts to myself. No thank you. I hope it's a good one, and there'd better be X's and O's or I'm deleting it.
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