This summer, I plan to be about as unpopular as possible. I could achieve this goal by posting my photos without captions, then other times writing lengthy, boring stories about my love life. I've thought the longest post in the history of blogging would get people ready to sleep well the night before a big concert. There's one coming up. I'm getting excited but I don't have a date. That's cool because I'm sure there will be some pretty girls there.
Okay, just for readers. I will provide my expert analysis of the last paragraph in an effort to explain what Fast Food Yummy is about, other than the obvious fact, that I am writing about fast food and think some of it is "yummy".
First, I have had a love life at times during my life, even though it's not apparent at this time.
Secondly, keep in mind that I'm joking around and don't give a damn. Umm, I mean I don't care, but to some extent I do. (below, I'll finish this thought.)
Thirdly, I don't swear on this blog. Or, I didn't swear on this blog. Heck, if you are learning English, I was only trying to help by demonstrating the difference between present tense and past tense.
Lastly, and seriously, I'm a writer who sometimes writes like he's talking, with the purpose of having fun and sharing fun with others.
Now back to what I wrote about not caring. I do care, but I am waiting for a pretty person with a terrific personality. In other words, a supermodel. Yeah, I'm joking. A beautiful singer would be much better. If she wants to come over here this afternoon and sing me to sleep, I'd feel really blessed. Everyone always tells me in messages: "God bless." I sure hope he does.
See! Funny. Somewhat real. A little fantasy and fun. And you know the writing about fast food will be here as long as I am.
Reader, are you here? Oh yeah, you are here, but I can't find *here* on a map, so don't get lost on the way out.
Fast Food Yummy. Have some fun!
Peas Ouch! Cake There!
If you figured it out and liked it, please, please, remember how much I need to be blessed. haha I'll try to rock a little more next time I write.
Bye.
