I just sat here and I typed out what I thought would be a funny, good hearted story about how a friend at work got stuck in the elevator. I got a good 40 mins. into the story after rearranging parts of good ideas I had had. Patting my self on the back, "that idea is so good." before I realized what I just written was shit. It was like trying to read to read a porno with comedic twist and oddly placed sentences that had really noting to do with the overall idea plot. I was trying to come up with a clever way of telling you how this guy got stuck in an elevator. It was going to be funny I was gonna tell you how he got short of breath because he felt like the oxygen was almost gone for the place in 30 min. I was going to tell you how the most unlikely of heros saved him with a coat hanger. I was going to tell you about how everyone made jokes and laughed at him. Shit, how he laughed at himself. Then I was going to tell you how everyone now thinks they are going to get stuck on the elevator every time they ride it. (I did actually think I had gotten stuck at one point). I will once again be able to blog properly soon but for now I need a damn day off of work because I've written about it one to many times this week. I will return to blogger glory, soon. sleep tight my pretties, let me enjoy this day of rest tomorrow and I quip and clever the shit into the night.
-Dash
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