Fanciless Titles Results in Fanciless Blogs

I warn you in advance I have absolutely nothing I want to write about, I just want to update my blog. I have a feeling this blog will be quite rambly until I find whatever it is I want to talk about (dude, says the hippy, that's so like my life).

Welcome to June, the first official month of my aforementioned pledge to charity. If I were a fancy blogger, I would have linked the blog explaining my pledge to charity to the words pledge of charity, but I'm not a fancy blogger. I'm going to have to ask you to politely get over it sir. Anyways, having been here for two days, I thought I'd let you know that it took me all of two minutes after entering town to see an interracial couple, a very happy one standing outside downtown. As noble as my charitable intentions are, I have a feeling I won't donate anything ever. I suppose I could create some sort of minimum amount, but that would be cheating, and cheaters never win. Unless you count the hundreds of professional athletes with millions of dollars and/or the corporate business men with forty lawyers advising them on "loopholes" and "safeguarding" and things. Nope, cheaters rarely, if ever, win. Sorry charity.

Speaking of winners, I sit here right now testing out My Coffeepot (capitalized because as of right now, it's my only friend in the QC). I started making coffee this morning then realized I actually don't have any type of coffee holding device to drink said coffee. I debated drinking straight from the coffee pot, but since my neurotic mother has drank a pot of coffee each morning since I was negative four years old and hasn't sunk to that level, I didn't feel it was a good think for me to start on my first day with a new coffeepot. So I improvised. I found a Lego coffee cup that two years ago in my Dungeon Apartment (maybe someday I'll compare and contrast the two apartments, talk about thrilling) held pens. Lots of pens. So, like all pen holding cups, this Lego coffee cup (it's not so much made of Legos, but has Lego men adorning the side of it and the name "Jay" on it; I bought it at the Mall of America fifteen, er, three, years ago), had several permanent ink marks on the bottom of the cup. I debated skipping coffee, a downright stupid idea. Then I thought, "I write now. How symbolic would it be for me to like, totally drink the ink?" One inky cup of coffee later, and I can say it's not symbolic, it's gross. Also, coffee cleans ink stains out of coffee cups, FYI.

Oh snap! I thought of something to right about. A business rant! Woo hoo, everyone's favorite. Unfortunately, I don't have time to write about it at this very moment, because I have to shower and then buy tacos. Because nothing follows up coffee like tacos! So anyways, when I return, I will write my thoughts on America's quest to make us all feel average, something I blame, as all should be blamed, on the most inept leader in US history. Jimmy Carter, you are now number two! I'm excited.

All apologies to everyone who read this, but I needed to clear my thoughts. More exciting news later.