into the mix quite late as usual

ok, so i finally joined the likes of all you cyber savvy folk. if you took time to read my profile you'll better understand my reason for taking this plunge. if not, here's the skinny - to provide another means of ongoing communication with my sister joney and to heal my broken ways, period.
i'm very new to the concept of "blogging" as you all know it today so hopefully it's just another fancy way of referring to an online journal. even so, i've not taken the time to document my writings online so this would still be a virgin on the keyboard.
ok, enough of that...

this is where i apparently begin to tell you all about what i believe your curious minds may want to know (assuming this place gets any hits) so let's give it a shot.

before i do that let's just say i'll get to the more biographical information later. so take a brief tangent with me as i readily discuss my gripe of the day (not that i have them that frequently)... MAIL-IN REBATES
ok, so who the hell came up with this program anyway? seriously, did some half ass sit up late one night and decide that ripping people off by fabricating a way to save people money (one - that they likely will never cash in because most people are absent minded, or two - that they will hope you forget about because the idea of them sending you money was exactly that... an idea, which means it didn't make it further than the draft stage of the process)...?
i don't know how many times i have been prey to the rebate conspiracy yet i'm really the one to blame hear because like a puppy without water for days what do i do? yep, didn't take you long did it, i march my happy (or not so given the circumstances) ass back into the store and beg them to give it to me deeper this time. what can i say, i've been told i'm a glutton for punishment at times.
i'm completely convinced that i would have a down payment on one of those starving kids in Africa if it weren't for those retail conspiracies... because of course there isn't anything more fulfilling than folding the dolares and shipping them to good ol' Sally Struthers in another third world country.

ok, i feel better now...

we'll cut this initial post to make room for my twilight snack and keep you guessing what's next in that over-occupied mind of his.

therapeutic indeed, joney... good call.

in typical fashion of those who know me i will always try and leave you with a musical tribute of what falls heaviest on my heart/mind on the given day of my post(s).

check it: marvelous things by eisley

be well. out.