Some days my emotions get the best of me. Some days I wake up and don't want to leave my bed. Some days I struggle to find the energy to power up my Apple IIe so I can play 'Where In The World Is Carmen Sand Diego?' and do my blog. Every single one of those days it is your absence that kills me. It's hard to get motivated, I don't know what to do with myself and I have zero material for my blog.
Please come back. I miss you.
It's like the finale of Blossom or the show LOST. Nobody gets it but me. When you used to waddle (run) at training, your nipples flexed, holding up the yards of fabric you'd call a shirt, thighs rubbing with the ferocity of Norway's curling team, buttocks dancing from side to side like a barge being tossed in a large ocean swell and chins jiggling like the hindquarters of Kirstie Alley, I was hypnotised. The beauty in the beast was almost too much to contain and it spilled out of me...... Wait, that sounds like I was having a tug. My enthusiasm was channelled in a way that allowed me to write about you continuously and I took such enjoyment from that. I just want you to know that I'm missing you Graham.
Did you know that the fast food economy has collapsed in your absence? Coincidence or direct correlation? Also, McGraths Hill is rising out of the ditch in which it resides. Almost like a giant weight has been lifted from it's boundaries. Weird!
Come back Guts. The deep fried industry (and I) need you!
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