The freshly sliced seconds, minutes and indeed hours of 2012 speed past me, turning my future into my past without so much as a 'by your leave'. Time is passing me by at such a rate that I can almost hear the hiss as it squeezes itself through the air.
My 'future', so far ahead of me yet already considering retiring into my 'past', never seems to stick around long enough to make an impact as my 'present'.
I mean, come on! What is the purpose of a future if you can't use it as a present?
My future is infinite ... provided that I don't kick the bucket
My past is 52 years old and ageing rapidly.
Oh! There goes another one! And another ...
Presents go by so quickly that you can't use them!
Oooo! Did ya see that one?
I hate time!
There you go! That's my morning grump out of the way.
Let's talk some shit!
Erm, anyone done anything, ya know, wicked?
Have you been bad?
I ate far too much chocolate over Christmas and New Year.
That stuff really makes you wanna go.
It can keep you on the 'throne' for hours at a time if you over do it.
Well it does!
About This Blog
This blog was originally started as a thread on the forum pages of an animal rescue site. Now it's here!
The articles you find in here are purely for entertainment (yours and mine) and (with one or two exceptions) are all tongue-in-cheek chronicles of the World (my bit, anyway) as I see it.
No disrespect is intended towards anyone unless I make a mistake and make it too obvious.
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