This is post some may consider blankety-blank. But this brain is blank re a post topic of worth/note, so blankety-blank to that.
A-ha. <Light bulb turns on as it hovers above dormant brain.>
COVID-19 and the variants are blankety-blanks.
A toxic relationship is blankety-blank.
Selfish / self-centered / self-absorbed people are blankety-blanks.
A constant complainer is a blankety-blank.
People who won’t see the whole picture are blankety-blank.
Tyrants and bullies are blankety-blanks.
A list of blankety-blanks that can go on for pages and pages is blankety blank.
Life, if one may call it that in relation to yours truly, is [still] blankety-blank . . . but here’s hoping that the distant dim light somewhere at the end of that long winding tunnel will soon be blankety-blank visible. (Yeah, a pity party is pretty blankety-blank too, LOL, but I had to put it out there, so blankety-blank to me too.)
It’s a blankety-blank shame when you give something your all, and nothing happens . . . but that does not mean to give up. Just give over. And blankety-blank (!), start again. You can blankety-blank do it (and so can I). Keep the faith.
Hmmm. Maybe the old (emphasis on “old”) gray matter isn’t as blank as initially thought. Yeah, okay . . . maybe that light bulb was a teeny one, but it sure wasn’t a malfunctioning one.
Have a blankety-blank great day (that, my friends, is said with humor and meant with love).
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