Back to the Future (or a snippet of what is instore for me...)

I am starring at my keyboard, as if it will magically tell me the hysterical post I was going to write, but have convienently forgotten. Convenient because now I am free to write about anything, and of course, that is just the opposite of convenient becase it means I have to think. So what I observe is just how dirty my keyboard is. It looks like it should be at the desk of a 22 year old gamer, who lives in her/his parents basement and drinks coke and red bull. Whose alter ego, they call those avatars, Debra, is a buxom warrior (regardless of their gender in real life) who slays others with her sword and biting wit. But no, it is the keyboard of a sloppy boomer, too busy cleaning her fathers mis-haps in the the bathroom and making microwaveable meals.
I was going to write about something that Flaca said. It gave me a rolling giggle, and I thought that I would write about it if she wasnt going to. Damn. Its coming, it always does, but the retrieval is so
s l o w. Meanwhile, I will take a break. Maybe only a few hours, maybe days. But I will get back to it.

Oh yeah, the funny thing: Flaca just told me that for the end o' days, the apocalypse, instead of hording food and shot guns, she is going to learn to shuck oysters and wax eyebrows(ostensibly so she can look good and doesn't have to rely on others). I pointed out that a) its hard to wax one's own eyebrows, and 2) with your luck you would slice your hand off prying the suckers open (that is if you can find the oysters). Not to mention...WTF! Ok enough super silliness.