I posted ten comments and all for love but that meant posting 40 Bouncer check posts. Huh.
First I sit and make some wit and then some nit, oh and the rest can stay in the ether.
What is it with these Bouncers, are there phishers in Fubar because someone ought to say if there are or at least stop bouncing on my parade.
If it had been a security alert like changing my pass word on Mywasteofspace then I would have been in tears, the amount of times I had to re-type a code number to prove my credentials then was uncountable but it took 20 minutes that time. Today has been as bad here. Even now they are looking at me from three windows. You know what really bugs me? That is the stupid person I just wasted my time on has deleted my comments. Some contest he wanted to win. That is the last time I help anyone out of the goodness of my heart.
The only ray of sun was a friend's message, a bucket load of inspiration and finding a website, first time around, that gave me the neural pathways of an orgasm. I kid thee not. It saves me the embarrassment of having to ask the neurology department that personal poser.
How would you even try to ask such a thing especially to an English Neurological Department. The one I found was American.
I feel better for than and think it time to leave the bar, find a real drink and do some comfort eating. Then I can moan about the state of my expanding waistline.
As this is not that drawing to be readable I can put this here to further remind me of how careful you have to be when you word things.
A horrorscope for today says,, and I quote "Venus is square Uranus - a flexible time." Indeed.
