Post 1 May 26, 2011 (don't know if the date is include, but this needed to go down in the history of Bre

I wanted to start off corny and try to downplay my life for the start of my blog; What better way than with a selfish limerick?

There was young lady a-cryin'
She couldn't get over a'dyin'
The thought popped in her head
From mornin' sun to bed,
Angst and futility the theme underlyin'

Oh lord, grow up Bre.

I guess that I wrote this poem today because I had such a weird day. Went to a minor league baseball game with little chilluns and had a blast. Did not burn one single part of my body, but my earlobes. That scores ten points in the book of life by the way. Only burning your ears. Yeah. High ten points up on the scoreboard.

The chillun are awesome even if they are little pieces of green things that you pick out of that delicious appetizer because you don't know what they are and sometimes have this weird taste.

Well. This blog gives me a weird taste right now. Enjoy the limerick.