OH SNAP.

What? I have a blog? Oh yeah, right.

This is pathetic. I last posted on January 13. That was like way back when Michael Jackson was still alive. Too soon? Too bad.

Speaking of sad things that aren't that sad for children, I stopped driving so fast when I go to school in the morning. Usually you can see me hitting 80 in the pedestrian zones next to the middle school, or cutting through Chatham Presbyterian's Parking lot to beat that stoplight (you've all thought about doing it too). By the way, Chatham Presbyterian, that security gate won't stop me. Anyway, I caught myself driving 35 in a 40, and ON TOP OF THAT, I was listening to smooth jazz on 88.3. I think I might be depressed, or turning into a grandma. To add to my torrent of elderly fever, I STILL don't know what Twitter is. Can somebody message me and tell me? Seriously. I'm taking up cocaine to get out of this slump.

Okay, that's all for now, Neanderthals.