“Welcome to Squaresville. Population: one.”

It has to keep going…

… because it is should be interesting.

And I can’t think of anything so far…

I started this post 20 minutes ago trying to figure out something to write about.

Write what you had on your mind.

What would that be? Girls? A girl?

But that’s always on your mind.

Not all the time.

I also think about other stuff. Mainly other stuff, because thinking about girls gets you depressed.

Depressed?

Not really. But that is the way I played my cards.

You could never play right. Your ‘tell’ is just too obvious.

Right. You noticed. Now if only they could, too.

Yup.

Posted by broderic

Yo! I'm the writer here. Super sauce.