I feel like a bobble head doll who has long since lost her adhesive and been crazy glued to the cracked and dirty dashboard of a 1980 Ford Pickup. It's 95 and humid. There is no a/c and the window cranks are broken - puffs of air squeeze through the inch or two left at the top. Eighteen wheelers pass us by as we go 55 miles an hour down a stretch of bad highway. My companion's head bobbles with mine - a dirty, toothless, mullet-headed hick who just farted.
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As far writing is concerned I haven't had much time to do any .. but your suggestions are good and I probably will be using them.
If you look in my pic folder later I will have a goofy pic of myself in it later.
see ya luv .. and thanks again for dropping by .. oh and I may be on later on if you feel like chatting.
~ Alien