I don't even know who is left in the Presidential election. I don't care either.
I have never been to that chicken place. The only time I've ever had the opportunity is on a Sunday and...well, much like Hobby Lobby, they're out to get me. Honestly, all I'm going to say about this is...this is newsworthy?
I love watching the Olympics. It makes me tear up when the USA wins. I don't know why. Make fun of me. I don't care.
I have no idea how much gas costs right now. I don't pay attention. The price doesn't affect whether or not I have to buy it.
I don't care if you use Twitter to promote your book, tell jokes, or to have conversations. Be happy. (Same applies to FB... I know how to use the hide feature. ;-) )
If all you ever talk about is how happy you are or how fantastic your kids/job/relationship is, I know that you are a liar. ...doth protest too much.
I get worked up about things that other people think are really stupid. I think some of the things you get worked up about are stupid too. It's ok.
As much as I joke, there are really very few people that I can honestly say I truly dislike. You have to be a real gem of a human being to reach that status. If you are one of those people, I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in my opinion. But it's just my opinion. Carry on. The world takes all types. And you probably don't like me either.
I read those 50 Shades "books." They sucked. I still read all three. (I did not, however, pay any money for them. I have standards, people.)
If you yell at me, I'll probably cry. But those tears are just a distraction for what I'm really doing...looking for a lead pipe with which to hit you in the knees.
There will be a quiz on Tuesday.