Summertime Blues the Story

I am not going to raise a fuss, and there is no reason for me to shout or cry, I have not worked all summer long as I have been here writing every day.  I see some bloggers have incorporated advertisements on their sites to promote one thing or another, but I am not sure if that is such a sweet deal.  I had to stop following some bloggers because of this and even though I loved their writing, my virus protection system kept issuing warnings so much that I had to close the post before I was even done reading it.  So no matter how much they earn by selling out, I view it as being small potatoes (you know those cute baby or petite ones).

Every time I call my baby, to try to get a date, I tell her that I just finished playing dice with her boss and since I won again she won’t have to work late.  Sometimes I wonder what I am going to do, because writing in this Monday Maniac Challenge is so time consuming, but it seems to be a cure for the summertime blues.  My mother and father both told me, ‘Stop writing all the time, you lazy SOB get out of the house and make some money.  If you get a job, we will let you use the car after church next Sunday.’  I wanted to use the car, but just the thought of going to work made me feel sick.  Thoughts of getting the car haunted me, but I didn’t want to work a lick.

Sometimes I wonder what I am going to do, I like the Monday Maniac Challenge and it has become a sanctuary for the summertime blues.  I should probably take two weeks off from writing (most of the stuff that I write stinks to high heavens anyway) and go on a vacation.  New York City is not for me and I don’t want to visit the United Nations.  I have no idea who my congressman actually is or what he stands for.  He never helped me with anything and I think he smokes dope.  I no longer wonder what I am going to do, I am in the Monday Maniac Challenge and thankfully it has cured my summertime blues.

Sandi Flip Flops Every day Summertime Blues
4th installment Manic Monday Challenge