There is a build or back log of posts that should be published. The ones i think are boring get liked, understanding not like. Are bloggers boring or am i thinking too much about my pitch. Who pitch the pitch. Pitch. Who are you internet?
Who are you internet? Who are you internet? A head bobs every time i hit one to five, keyboard wise. Letters bad for the continuity but surprisingly not. These words providing physical wing scratching, bothering but the crispy face sleeping feels as good as a scrub.