I would be very easy to kill.
I have fairly regular habits. I leave the house for work at the same time. I leave work every evening at the same time. I walk to the mailbox at the same time everyday. I am at the same grocery store every Sunday morning.
One more day and this daily blogging competition thing is over. Though I technically won since Joseph fell asleep one day waiting on his system to download porn. I don’t even want to think about why he got sleepy.
As usual the weekend flew by, and I have no tales to tell. The good thing is [...]
I still got nothin’. Nothin’ but a headache and a fish tank full of algae. I promise a long blog tomorrow even if I have to ramble like a drunk Joseph. Except I won’t tell you I love you and cry like a little girl at the end.