I have been struggling and struggling over here with that damn blinking cursor.
I knew I had something to say. But I just couldn't find it.
In a fit of desperation, I typed out a whole post on this one jack-ass at the office. Luckily, for you, I decided to let that one breathe for bit before I hit publish. You are welcome.
I decided to go take a shower and think about it. Before I hit the shower, I was brushing my hair and tried out a different look. I thought it didn't look too bad but wanted a second opinion. So I went in search of Man-Child.
Bless him, he was sitting at the table doing his Algebra homework. Thank God he doesn't need my help there - because if confronted with one of those problems I would have just cried.
So, I asked him, "What do you think?"
He said, "About what?"
"My hair - do like it this way?" He just kind of shrugged. So I pressed him. And he said, "What's that on your face?"
"It's hair!" I exclaimed.
"Is it supposed to look like that?" he responded.
Me: *sigh* "Yes."
Him: "It's all right."
Me: "But do you like it? It doesn't look goofy?"
Him: "I don't know."
Me: "Hmmph!" as I start to walk off.
Him: "What do you WANT from me?!"
Me: "An honest opinion would be nice!"
Him: "My honest opinion is that I don't have one!"
And with that - I deleted the other post and you got this one instead.