Hear My Words, Not My Grammar

It may be that I have the writing ability of a D- high school student, but I give myself credit for trying. The fact that I am still getting over the anguish of having my essay torn in two in front of the class junior year by my English teacher, because I wrote it in all caps, is probably the reason why now I choose to blog only my feelings, and not my literary skills, in an all out quest for redemption.

The simple fact is that I get things done, and my thoughts empower my written word, whether I place commas or use the parentheses accurately. For instance, I recently wrote of my displeasure for the recent Arby's commercials, and wouldn't you know it, was gifted with a new ad today while watching the game on TV.

The new Arby's guy is not only semi attractive, but more importantly, far less annoying. He represents his gout giving sandwich in a straight to the point way that is not even perverted or obnoxious, unlike the previous guys.

So I applaud and graciously thank Allah, Enki, Gaia, Isis, Jesus, Ra, and the rest of the alphabet of Gods who would never judge me solely on my intelligence, yet get the job done at the same time.

- Peace Out