Don't know about you, but I'm not all that serious myself. I like to make a few cracks at people (mostly at anyone but me).

Except when it comes to poetry. I cannot for the love of me write a good funny poem to save my life (at this point I'm worried that someone really is going to burst in and get me at gunpoint). They're all as dramatic as...well, refer to the parenthesis earlier, and you'll understand.

I love to write this stuff, however. It's both my drug and my anti-drug. I love to read and write it, and hopefully one day I'll be financially independent because of the quality of my stuff...so I can actually I'm going on vacation for "work" and that I can list it as my occupation.

Now, I do venture into actual story-telling once in a while. God knows what'll come out of them, but I won't let you see anything I write if it isn't good, so don't worry.

Now keep in mind that I'm seeing about getting published, so if my writings are coming a bit slower, I may be able to tell which magazines to find them in.

Momma, get the rabbit's foot! I need something extra for this one, I can tell!

I'm not as lucky as some of you, with your constant access to this  Interwebs thing. At the worst, I'll post a jumble on the Sundays. I've no idea what the best would be.

But I've kept your attention long enough. Just go do something else. I'm reaching too far on the character count. Sorry if this crashes anyone's computer (but really Microsoft should be apologizing, not me).

I'm done with my rant. Go on now.