Before I discovered blogging I had all the crazy stuff you see on my blog just bouncing around in my head like rubber balls shot out of a shotgun. The crack squirrels living in my head had no place to play with their nuts… okay… wait… that sounded wrong… but you know what I mean.
What was I supposed to do with all this crazy? Keeping it inside was too dangerous. I could feel my head filling up and getting ready to burst. My only option was to call my friends and tell them about as much of the crazy as I could… or wait until I saw them in person and unload a bigger pile.
The thing is… and this is a thing you might be able to imagine… if I seems like I have a tendency to ramble and go off on tangents and get sidetracked and be a little… well, crack squirrely… try to imagine what I am like when I am talking. I mean, typing the words at least slows me down and gives me chance to organize my thoughts. When I am talking it just comes out like projectile vomit spewing from a Frat boy after a night of heavy drinking and gas station sushi.
Also, I love the fact that something crazy I write today… like this post for example… can just sit here forever, and months or years from now people can still stumble across it, like the lost ruins of some ancient city swallowed by the jungle. Heck, maybe my great grandkids really will read all this someday in the future and see similarities with the way their own brains work… and they will know who to blame.
So thank you… for letting my crack squirrels rub their nuts all over you… uh… so to speak…
Pouring My Art Out 
You really need to come out of your nutshell.
I’m trying
Aww…this was kind of sweet and nice but then you just had to ruin it with the very last line 😦
or make it funnier
true – that is what you must do
sigh
Thank you and the playground.
no… thank you
It’s no problem. I enjoy being in your audience. And I always keep a paper towel handy when I read your blog, for cleaning up the projectile vomit.
and squirrel leakage?
And anything else that leaks out.
right… and eeeew
From the squirrel crackage
release the crakage!
Now I wanna be a Frat boy again… please let the crack squirrels know that if they must rub their nuts, to do so gently. Easy boys!
They do not do anything easily
They are telling you that streaking is not good.
yeah they are
Maybe if they yell it at him, he’ll get it..
we could try that
Okay
is it?
I can’t remember what “it” is now. Ha!
I forgot a long time ago
Forgot what? 😉
I forget what I forgot
I know that feeling
I bet… ha
Personally I would love to meet you and hear you speak – it would be highly entertaining, I’m sure.
I am fun in small doses, or so I hear.
Gas station sushi? Oh yum!
it is a thing