21/02/2007

I will not waste my afternoon blogging.



I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
I will not waste my afternoon blogging.
Or posting on message boards.

4 comments:

Roy said...

Excellent post.

asha said...

Actually it worked. I spent a little time this afternoon working on a poem. You, on the other hand, have been in the rears with your posts so you must post twice as much for a while. ;-)

Anonymous said...

Actually, I'm afraid to, because I'll just wind up complaining about my job, then get bolder and bolder until someone in the company reads it and I get fired. So I'm keeping a low profile because I'm sure no one wants to read a post about my cute cats. -Roy

asha said...

I love reading about your cats. You are a good cat daddy and they treat you with just the right mix of love and disdain. I'm sure that one was purring from the bushes watching you drive around the neighborhood at midnight in the one degree cold looking for her then gave you the merest little "oh hi" when she came sauntering into the kitchen later.