It’s time

It’s time I treated this blog like my very own invention with red high heels and short black skirts and awesome rambling to put the awesomest ramblers to shame even those 1960s station wagons that always blew up right after you got over the mountain pass with everything you owned every single thing either stuffed in the back or tied with bungee cords up top including your bed and your piano new blog will be a middle aged boozy blonde who leaves lipstick marks on your cigarette and has some pot stashed in her bra new blog will get up and dance forcing everyone under 30 to flee she’ll have a soft face and you'll think she must have been beautiful once and still has really great legs but now she looks like a tired whore but she'll fool you by being smarter and funnier than most everyone you know and she'll fuck you in the back room if you write her a poem then she'll steal all your money