8th
So.
Apparently everyone says this thing would be really great for me. And by everyone, I mean Nick Mundy, the authority on….
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Fuck, why did I sign up for this thing?
Well, it’s free. It’s got that going for me, anyway. It’s probably another in the many things I’ll sign up for and then forget about for about six months, come back to once, make a post that portends something really interesting, and abandon, like whatever children I might likely have at this point, in the gutter. Or dumpster. Or Kittie’s place. Kittie, if that kid came out okay, gimme a call. I’m not gonna support it financially, but I’ll be it’s “Uncle Cire” that comes by every now and then, drinks all it’s cherry flavored chough syrup, and passes out in mommies bed naked.
So, now is the beginning of my relationship with Tumblr. Already, it’s as lucrative as any relationship I’ve formed in the past year, be that sad, sweet, or the future plot of a young adult novel, there you have it. I’m gonna go read some more Sandman.
