johnotronic

I have things to say, but no one really to tell them to.

Today, while the teacher was going on about the characteristics of the effective listener, I grew frustrated with the daunting task of interpersonal communication and craved the cold embrace of a beer. And this bothered me.

One day, I could be posthumously famous.

I honked my horn in frustration today for the first time in my nine years behind the wheel. I'm growing crotchety in my old age.

My kitchen smells terrible.