I just don't know

At first this blog post was going to be about how I wanted to be a woman but that would have been too short of a post. It is clear why I want to be a woman, so I can play with my boobs, of course. That is the only upside. What else is there? Bleeding and pushing fucking humans out of your body? That is disgusting.

The fact is, I don't know what to write about. I know this is a baseball blog, however I have found when I write about baseball, I lose my excitement for it. Believe it or not it's hard to write about something you love so much, it's why I can never write about masturbating. Writing about nothing is when I always end up with something. Now I am not saying its a good "something" but at least its something. I don't like deadlines either, I mean who would? Just look at the word, "deadline." It is possibly the most boring/frightening word, ever. It starts out with death and ends with a line. How exciting can a line be? I've never met an exciting line in my life.

That is why I don't like having a deadline being put on my passion. Would you want someone to put a deadline on building model airplanes? No. You do it cause you love it, why else would you waste your time building model airplanes?

You may be asking yourself how this post started out about being a woman and ended up being about deadlines. But to me that is the beauty of it. Fuck it. Fuck deadlines. Fuck subjects.