Dear Mr. Life

(Mr. Baron's Life, that is......)

I wanted to personally thank ya kindly for thinkin' of me 'n sendin' me the Timeless Friend Award. Now, if I ain't yet lost what's left of my last brain cell, I do believe ya previously sent me a completely different award in the past, so for that too I thank ya muchly.

However, 'n I hope I don't sound TOO much like a total ingrate or a sick sociopath when I say this, but (and now, the part below applies not only to Mr. B. Life himself but to anyone 'n everyone who may be readin' this).........

I think this "award thing" has gotten a bit outta hand. No, I take that back. I'm lyin'. I think this "award thing" has gotten WAAAAY outta hand. I mean let's face it.....there's an award for this 'n there's an award for that. There's an award ya pass along 'n there's an award ya don't pass along. There's an award to pass along to yer friends; there's an award to pass along to yer lovers; there's an award to pass along to yer enemies; there's an award for the best blogger; there's an award of the day; there's an award for the worst blogger; there's an award for the funniest blogger; there's an award for the most annoyin' blog; there's an award for the stupidest blog; there's an award of the month; there's an award for the blogger with the most posts; there's an award for the oldest blog; there's an award for the blogger with the shittiest posts; there's an award of the year; there's an award for timeless friends; there's an award for havin' NO friends; there's an award for the friendliest friend; and on and on and on. You name it, there's probably a fuckin' award for it. And the more awards I see gettin' passed along from this one to that one 'n back again, the more irritated I get.

Besides, I'm not all that computerific when it comes to followin' instructions anyway. From the miniscule amount o' time I spent lookin' at it, ya gotta send this here 'n paste that there; ya gotta notify this one of that 'n ya gotta put that up there. Ya gotta remember to put yer name here 'n ya gotta name names there. Hell, half the time I can't even remember my OWN damn name for crissake!....do ya think I'm REALLY gonna remember the names of EVERYONE'S blog I may read off the top o' my head? And to top it off, I don't even KNOW that many people to whom I could sincerely (and that's THE key word here in MY book) pass a damn award ON to anyway....at least to those who ain't already received whatever award-of-the-day it might be.

So my dear Mr. Baron's Life, I hope ya will forgive me for not playin' the award game with ya. Please don't take it personal tho.

When I was growin' up I was the only girl in between 2 boys in my family, so I never WAS taught about sharin' or playin' with others.

So ya see? Don't blame ME.

It's my parent's fault ;-)

(I reckon I really outta get workin' on bein' that timeless friend, huh?)