Possibly the worst post I've ever written. No joke, this one's awful

Now that I'm done denying that it's 10:17, I can write a bit.

I should get some tango music for this thing. Remind me to embed that, I think a bit of music would spice this thing up, since my writing of late has been (admittedly) sub-par. Then again, maybe just listening to The Tango Maureen for the nth time has skewed my view. Anyway. Would anyone like that?

Seeing as I have, as per usual (if my pessimism would have its way) nothing to write about, I'm going to go eat something in the hopes it inspires me.

I'm back. I was thinking about something, it is now completely gone. I should note, it's been the better part of a half hour, and I've written a long series of things like this, that is, things saying I'm about to get to the actual post.

I will now, as such, degrade into wierd stories, which may or may not entertain you.

I have only one set of cousins. Well, technically, I have two, but the ones on my dad's side are all old, in fact, I think I'm an Uncle. I just have no idea to whom. Point is, I was e-mailing my cousin, and she when she responded, she was like, "Sorry for long response, was with my other cousins." And it hit me like a freight train, (leaving pittsburgh at 5:30 PM, heading towards Joanesburg where another train left at 5:00 PM, the first at 130 MPH and the second at...) Woah, I think all this math homework is getting to me. Bad puns aside, I realized that most people have two sets of cousins. One on each parent's respective side of the family. I have one set that I've ever really met. I did meet the one of my cousins (who's, like, 30) at my grandpa's funeral, but we didn't talk. Yes, the funeral where my dad laughed at the saintly picture they painted of his asshole of a father (bless his heart :P). What was I going on about? Oh yes, stories.

Gather round, children, there's more sh1t to sit through. Unless you've given up on me, which I can't blame you for (really, LOOK at the last few posts. Awful.) Maybe that explains the lack of comments. To move on, (there it is again. I ALWAYS say that) I once went to Africa. No joke. It was amazing. Yes, in real life. That may be part of where my smexy british accent comes from.

See, while on the plane back from kenya (it went kenya->britain->NY), I sat next to a british lady, who I talked to for eight hours and beat at top trumps (card game. Don't make me get into it.) She claimed I hustled her at it, as well, which I remain undecided on, since I secretly was, but I didn't realize I was doing it. However, seeing as we didn't bet anything (I hope), its all good. Anyway, apparently, for three days after the trip, and said plane flight with british lady, I had a british accent. Cheerio, and all that. I didn't notice. Look, I'm sure I've told all of you all of this.

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