So I set about scaring people on Facebook yesterday. I was at Giant Eagle, as I have previously told you, getting my Amazon gift card for my laptop ( due to arrive on Monday btw ) and I stuck my arm in the blood pressure doohickey. I don't know why I do it, it is a habit more than anything else. But I always treat it like the sledge hammer game at the carnival, the higher the number, the more likely I am to ring the bell and win a prize. Anyway I stick my arm in the cuff and hit start. It comes back at 191 over 115. So I posted a photo of it on Facebook, and you would have sworn I was on death's door. Lots of "you need to see a doctor" posts, when in truth I feel fine, thanks for asking. Perhaps I am at death's door and someone else will have to post this to my blogger account, as I will be face down in my egg drop soup, with my eye brows littered with Mongolian beef chunks. That would be one way to get a guest blogger around here. Though if I were to end up in the hospital, you people would be sick of me, knowing I can do very little but watch TV and type.
The guest blogger position is still open. I should lay out some guidelines for anyone who opts to take me up on the offer. There are no rules, save for anything that would get me kicked off Blogger, and since this page already comes with a content warning, it would have to be pretty bad to get me removed. Other than that, be yourself. I don't need someone to come on here and sound like me, there is one of me, that is more than enough. Don't be afraid to pimp yourself, if you have a blog, podcast, or any such venture that guest blogging here may get you additional traffic, by all means go for it. If you are on my reading list, chances are I already enjoy what you do, even if I don't comment on everything, I comment when I think I can add something, so I am not ignoring you, but say you did a blog post on making pottery, I will probably read it but I don't know shit about it so there is nothing of relevance I can add.
Okay, I am on my second plate of birthday food here, some stuffed shells, chicken parm type thing and a salad. I spent some time downstairs when I first got here, I am up about $50 for the day, which is good, I still have my house phone bill to pay and Ed owes me $70 for my cell phone, since the store pays it, I already paid for it this month, they just have to pay me back.
In a zen like moment of the blog coming full circle and back on itself again, the dinner music that is playing is Conga by Miami Sound Machine. You have to read all of the entries, even the shitty ones, to get the inside jokes kids.
Okay, on the bus home now, I turned my casino winnings into losses. Probably one of the reasons I don't go that often. At least my belly is full, and my heart continues to pump that Stretch Armstrong like goo through my arteries.
Fuck i swear my bus driver is swerving into potholes. Good thing I am not writing or this page would look like an etch a sketch of a wound up crackhead. Got off the bus with most of my major organs intact, no thanks to the driver there, and walked to CVS to pick up a graduation card for a cousin, and also bought a chair for when I am sitting outside, I am no longer sitting on the driveway's pavement. Go me being productive and shit.
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