backing down

Ok, so more than 50% of you that read this blog have tattoos. Hmmm....I'm wondering how I can offend even more people with this post. Um.......the NRA is full of retards? Dogs are gross, but cats are even worse? Backstreet Boys were better than N'sync? Oh no I di'int!

There is something I have to admit: I actually don't feel that strongly about tattoos. Yes, many are dumb, but some I actually even like. I daresay I would even call some.....h-hhot? But whether you have one or not doesn't really matter to me. So go, go and ink yourself up with my blessing. (Rachel, I'm not done with you, since I completely forgot you had one and I cannot imagine it.) Anyway, you can all breathe a sigh of relief with my stamp of approval on your precious tattoos.

Here's my excuse and the real problem: Sometimes I have trouble sleeping and take sleeping medication. In waiting around for the medication to take effect, once in awhile I get on the computer and write something. So instead of "drunk-dialing," I'm "sleep-writing." Sometimes I'll wake up in the morning and say, hmm...I wonder what I wrote last night. Hope it was good. It's like a little gift to myself. Most of that post I remembered, but it was a lot more opinionated than I actually am. You know how the Beatles wrote some crazy good songs on drugs? Who knows what genius lurks inside my sleeping mind?? Next sleeping-post topic: Why all of you are gay.

I'm joking kids. Drugs are bad. Anyway, there's another type of writing I do that does not involve medication. Sometimes I write insane letters to people. It's a problem. More on that another time.