Time is a fickle mistress that is so the dominating type. One minute she’s giving you energy, the next she’ll drain you drier than the Gobi desert. But the one constant she give ya is experience.
I’ve been away from the site for a while, at least in a posting capacity. Today I had an itch to scratch.
I’ve learned quite a lot during my absence. More than I really have cared to. But, when you really come down to it, I think it’s made me a bit more mature.
Probably.
Let me share some of my “revelations”:
In the time since the repel of the military’s Don’t ask don’t tell policy, nothing has really changed. A few loud mouths here and there, but they were always loud even before.
A friend of mine is a genius who has been hiding this fact till now.
You should not add condensed milk to coffee, it makes it taste bitter.
More people break their arms from arm wrestling than you’d probably think.
The downsides to being Autistic can have major social repercussions.
This coming election might cause riots.
I’ve come to an even keel with my father.
King Soopers Deluxe brand ice cream is cheap and pretty good.
I’m a pegasister.
If I were to be an international spy, my name would be Chesti McMillan (code name: Double D) and my partner would be Bunns McDougal (code name: Meatloaf). Our boss would be the hard working, hard drinking Rictim Holstein. His wife Anise and his mistress Greta Gams (who is really the infamous thief Gillian Legs). Then we have the hard-hitting reporter Irene Lash and her on again/off again girlfriend Liba Majora. My arch nemesis would be the owner of the night club/escort service Luscious, Lucius Lips.
If you were to go back in time and ask me as a child whether or not I would become an adult, I’d have laughed in your face. Now, I am an adult and have found, when done properly, that the good can outweigh the bad. I just lack the patience to wait.
NNM
