January 29th, 2018
This post might have a smidge to do with the bus pass that expired WHILE I WAS STILL RIDING but don’t worry, I didn’t get in trouble or anything. Then it really WOULD have been a “crappy” Monday. Butt it wasn’t. They didn’t come haul my ass off the bus when my pass expired. That’s WAY above any Dallas bus driver’s pay grade.
In other news, I don’t like the fact that there’s not an automatic spell check in the Gmail app on my phone where I compose these blog posts. I’m a decent speller but I’ve come to rely on technology to make me a perfect one. Oh well. Speaking of which, if you’re not the best speller I wouldn’t worry about it too much. Only people with sticks up their buttocks will ever care and they can go F themselves. EVERY Monday is a crappy Monday for THEM! Haha.
Oh that reminds me of why I tittled this post “crappy” instead of “happy” like I’ve been titling all the rest since I started this silly blogging every day nonsense. It’s because not EVERY day is a happy one. Some days are crappy and that’s just life. I say thank God or the Devil or whoever for the crappy days because it makes the happy days happier.
But always remember. I’m Mr. Brightside. The Killers wrote that song about me. 😁😬🤗😎🤪