Whaddup community? How you feel about firearms? I’m not too sure, I’m still alarmed.
Between hard hats and lemons, this baller keeps groovin’. Tho scrubbin’ floors and sniffin’ bleach ain’t exactly the joys of movin’. Our new place shines from ceiling to floor, save for the rat that showed up at the door. She let him in, while I laid the trap. I lie in wait while she lays out the map.
I’m a tired Cinderella with no date and no dress. Much more of this and I’ll be sending up an SOS.
Back to two guns, and hottie-filled aisles. He snuck all up on me, crunchin’ my style. A 74-inch bullet’s lodged between my eyes and my heart. I’ve been hit with cupid’s arrow, or a thousand love darts. While six foot two is a delicious distraction, he’s janglin’ my nerves, an egregious infraction.
I take a pic of the box of bullets and post it along with my blog. It’s not very poetic or picturesque, but it makes my point.