2nd year whoa

Ironic that my last blog was about winding down the first year. I knew this would happen -- totally forget to write during the summer, be the guy with every intention, blah -- and so "it's me again margaret" back writing on this electronic bulletin board. It's like I don't have any push-pins, just that bully who wrote in Sharpie on the cork and years down the road we'll paint that cork maybe a sky blue, but, really, whatever is leftover from painting your room. And maybe we'll tear off the edges and take that panelling from the basement walls and stick it to the sides to make a statement about bulletin boards since we all need statements about bulletin boards. And don't you like where this is going. Have at some of these posts, and wherever they go have a couple of rounds for me in remembrance DO THIS in remembrance in airplanes in places that keep you in other words that let your in in.