I COME BEFORE YOU!

I come before you with a heavy head. Yep you read right! Me head feels five times fuller.

What yee are askin'?   ( I'm sure glad you ask, otherwise I could not answer!")   At this exact moment in time it's 12:44 AM, 5/18/2014. My eyes are swollen from either allergies, sinus, err somethun, errr maybe stupidity. I can barely make out the words on my screen. Shite happens you know! Usually I get this in late April, every fricking year. I'd hoped to escape it this year but nooo!

(By the way I may leave all my misspellings in, simply because I don't feel like going back and ficin' them, plus I've ben wanting to write a post with all them left in.)

(What is ficin? I don't know but I find it funny, I'll say fixin' onle me fricked up! Yeah that's what it means!)

WHY? HELL . . .  THAT'S JUST ME AND I GET A CHUCKLE AT SOME OF THE WURDS I COME UP WITH~!

Ya see the PROPERNESS of these here wurds, means diddly-squat to me. How can that be? I write  fer the pure fun . .. those of you who follow me, a, a, ,a knows, I make up my own words and have no style. Some how the wurds said in my head are not the proper way sometimes, and I always go with what my mind says. WHY? Damn y'all out there ask a lot O qwestions tonite.  

( Tell me now . . . did, or did you knot, comprehende the last sentence?)

Soo,,,, what do it matter?

I matters not to me. I'll be me, and you'll be you. That's what matters to me! Kain't be whom yer not, can try, but, the real you will come thru.

I cood be layin' down, a feeling surry fer me-self. I'd rather be sittin' here at the key-bored, with one hand holdin' my head up, and typin' with one hand, than to be in bed a fealing sorri for me-self. Sides I woodn't have anything to post.

"To Be Or Not To Be." ((( I just love that line!))

                            "To Be Or Nor To Be": Spoken by Hamlet, Act 3 Scene 1

To be or not to be; that is the question:

Whether it is nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortunes

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them?

To die to sleep no more: and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is here to, 'tis a consumption

Devoutly to be wish'd, To die to sleep:

To sleep perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub:

For in that sleep of death What dreams may come
 
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Sheesh-ola! I think I'll take a chance at understanding what he's a sayin'! This ought to be a riot or not! I confess to not understanding Shakespeare. I also confess to not knowing proper English!
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TO die is nobler than to suffer, or to fight the pains of life. Eternal sleep shall end the heart aches. To live in dreams forevermore.

SHEESH!!! HE SOMETHUN AIN'T HE?