"That there...that's not me...I go where I please.."

That chick in the Facebook box, yes the one on the right, is not me. Or maybe it is.

The truth doesn't matter really, no one ever reads this fucking blog which is not unlike the words that come from my mouth, falling on deaf ears. The rain is starting to get to me.I was just coming out of the funk of winter and it's lack of sunshine..

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away..

I need more coffee, my wit eludes me.