Inside the Mind of a Nathan

Yar! I'm a pirate! AKA, I'm spoofy tired. Not really; I'm just fretting about money. Sparrows, dude: we're worth more than many sparrows. True enough, sparrows live and die, but, in general, they just go and fly and find food and feed their little babies.

Oh snap! Oh snap, oh snap! I just felt angsty about posting a thing! I don't know if I'm supposed to do that. Even in my fictional literature, I'm still gonna bring up edgy topics. I guess it'll be less clear what my stance is since there will be a fine variety of characters. Who knows.

My friends, it has been too long since I've written a purely proper randomizer of a blog post. As it turns out, I'm tempted like every other writer to think that I have to sound spiffy. One of the greatest sources of writer's block  is the addiction to sounding good.