For the love of evil

once upon a time I used to write a lot weirdly enough, though my grammar and punctuation suck big donkey balls and ChatGPT is my new BFF, I've been publish quite a few times nothing worth huge brags about but recently I realized I miss writing about my musings. I have zero interest in writing for people but its a slow toe tip into the waters of therapy that probably wouldn't hurt me. This blog will likely turn into a collection of things I think and shouldn't say or things I said that I shouldn't have. All stored in a nice little place where the algorithm won't be helped and because of name is unique enough that it won't be hurt either. Also worth noting that the HusBenD has been home for approximately 1 hour and has yet to notice I painted the wombats' gaming room...I should have set up one of the blink cameras in there just to catch his reaction when he does see it. This is my place for mental vomit so thanks for stopping by and catching a whiff of what I'm up to. PS the cool pic is that of someone really important buried at Hollywood Cemetery in Richmond, VA but I don't remember who it was at the time of rambling.