Every day I wake up at 4:30 and make a pot of coffee. I watch The Weather Channel as the coffee brews and my two cats battle each other for lap space. As I contemplate the weird beauty of Stephanie Abrahms I mutter a small prayer that the world will be back to normal, but then I'll flip over to the news or read something on a website that jerks my half-awake being back into the world in which I actually live.
Bizarro World.
I mean, I get it. I really do, but where does the governmental regulation end? At some point it has to stop, right?
And furthermore. . .
Bizarro World.
I mean, I get it. I really do, but where does the governmental regulation end? At some point it has to stop, right?
And furthermore. . .
0 comments:
Post a Comment