At Least They're Committed

Please let it rain, God! The clouds are beautiful, but look mildly agitated as opposed to angry.

Bah. I can’t talk worth shit. This is why I write. And it makes it worse when people are looking at me while I’m talking. Unless it’s one on one. Or if I’ve been drinking.

I am NOT a tease!

Just because I’m nice to everyone doesn’t mean I care deeply for much of anyone. When I do care, it’s kind of, like, an act of God. “TR!” “Yes, God?” “I’ve got a good one for ya. It’s going to baffle the hell out of you. Yet I command thee to care!” Sigh, “FINE!” And I go with it.

OK, I might have been a little bit of a tease in a previous life. But I’m not teasing now.

It’s been raining in Cleveland and Isaac has been pummeling Florida, just a little bit of rain would be nice, God. Just a little?