This blog isn't really about anything. It is a stop-gap measure designed to bridge between blogs of a more meaningful nature. I have stuff coming up in my life that I can blog about. But, they haven't happened yet or I haven't formed any concrete thoughts about these things. So, I'm blogging this blog because I don't want to interrupt the stream of attention I get from the 28 people who might read this. I wasn't breast fed when I was a baby and this might have something to do with it.
So, please read this. And, maybe post a comment telling me how nice I am, how funny I am or about my sexy tush? That way I won't have to run out to the drug store and buy a pack of Playtex nipples to suck on.
Thank you.
About Me
- Mick
- In 1968, a baby boy was born and his parents named him Michael. As a cute little zero year old, he had a little round nose and made gurgly noises. But, he also had colic which tired his mama out and his grandmother often rocked him to sleep. One night, while doing this, she nicknamed him "Mickey" and that is why people also call him Mick. He grew up in upstate New York in a place too remote to be called anything. There were a lot of bugs and his Dad yelled at him for using too many paper towels. Little Mickey tried to have fun playing war with his friends and shooting BB guns. He didn't apply himself very much in school and he graduated high school Magne Cum Lousy. One day in 1986 he discovered a lump in his neck which he promptly ignored for more than 6 months. As fate would have it, it was Hodgekin's Disease and after months of dicking around with inept doctors, he promptly underwent aggressive treatment involving brutal tests and chemotherapy. This lasted a year followed by many years of paranoia. This is where he learned to suffer and it payed great dividends. Now he teaches 13th grade at a college in Ohio where he suffers daily.
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Your blog is hilarious!@ :-)
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