It’s Thursday, and a day for tears.
Tearful Thursday, and that’s the subject I opted to write about every Thursday. Hell, I’m having problems even before I started writing.
I hope you’re ready, because here I am, throwing away an empty tissue box after weeping for the past 2 hours over this sad story. Now, after finally getting myself settled down, I’m here with fingers on my keyboard to write the tearful story. Here it goes:
I have forgotten what I was supposed to write about.
Andy Lawson is the average man on the street that you’ll not even trouble yourself looking at him if he passes by you. He’s sensitive to bullshit, and he hates mediocrity in most people. He is the author of his self-published book: Facts and Fiction of Fengshui: Facts that Masters are NOT Telling You. He doesn’t have Facebook or Twitter, because he hates to be associated with people who tend to be passive-aggressive online, but he does have a very limited set of vocabularies, terrible grammar, a twisted mind that makes himself God in his own twisted world and an ability to communicate with people who wish to be his friend.