Most mornings or afternoons, or really any significant amount of time when I am in a bathroom and there is a mirror present (as if there are many mirrors without bathrooms; that is one thing I hope never to find. A mirror less bathroom) I find myself performing a monologue of sorts. "About what?" the zero people reading this may ask. About some way I would interact with some person at some point in life. Most of the time it involves a person who at some point during life has slighted me in someway, and then in the 3 minute and 27 second monologue (which if seen by any other person besides my own reflection, would bring tears to even the burliest of men by the superb acting skills exhibited) I verbally kick their ass. Or it might be a random fellow I interacted with (again within reality, not the realms of fiction within my own head) and within my theatrical brilliance will say something witty and genius yet flirty and fun naturally causing the eligible bachelor to fall in love with me.
Again the zero people reading this may be asking "and the point of the above paragraph of ramblings?" and I shall answer with two points
1.) The before mentioned paragraph (mentioned by the zero readers of course!) is in the same nature of what this blog is going to be, the weird stuff that passes through my brain that I happen to be thinking about and that makes me laugh.
2.) What the hell? Zero people reading this, have you not looked at the title or heading, none of what you would ever read is going to make any sense or tie in with anything.
I thought about just telling stories from work, but I think there is some breech of confidentiality in that, so maybe I will tell stories and change names to Leon and Latisha. Sounds like a plan to me.
Welp until another set of useless and unnecessary thoughts pass through, keep on keepin' on!
-Lisi-
PS How do we feel about having that always being my sign off? I think I like it... it is just weird enough
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