Ball Washing

Forget the title. I have been dancing around posting something today. I ask myself "do I feel about writing about another fuck knob that I served drinks to" or should I write about a bad high school memory or a dumb fight or politics or a movie I saw. Fuck it. I'm writing about nothing. I'm going to drink myself in to a coma and fall asleep. Although, here's one little pointless leftover shit crumb left to be wiped: I was listening to that Guns N' Roses song "Rocket Queen" and I remember loving that song in high school because to me it was about dating older chicks and all my girlfriends were older. But today we would recognize that those "older chicks" are called "Cougars" or as popularized by American Pie, M.I.L.F.S. So the song was really about chicks I guess like 10 years older. I don't know, fuck, I'm drunk. Why am I even bothering?