I am getting so tired of this pattern: things are looking up, I have a very positive post, and then a month goes by and I’m talking about the dang wagon again. I don’t want to talk about the wagon, I don’t want to see the flaming wagon picture anymore, stupid wagon.

Needless to say, I fell off the wagon…AGAIN.

No, I didn’t just fall off the wagon, but axel of the wagon broke under the weight of my fat butt, burst into flames, and then I ate the oxen by cooking it using said flame. Continue reading “Rickshaw” →