Dragons Are Sweet.

Dear Readers Who Are Just Reading This Out of A Sense of Duty and a Reluctance To Be Classified as a Horrible Person, Because It Would Be Rude Not To Read The Blog of Someone You Claim To Love (A.K.A. Meg and Mom.),

My life is beyond repair. Here I sit, forlorn and abandoned in a hopeless world. The day has been a thorn in my side. But it is nearly over. Monday is about to begin. Yet I'm still moderately depressed.

I have a predicament. I could really go for some Dragon Fruit Sobe. It is one of my favorite beverages. And it has great stress-relieving qualities. There's just one problem...for the longest time now it has been out of existence. (I know, right?!?) I've looked everywhere. It just isn't there. Its like some sneaky elf went around and began hoarding them all in his trailer home behind some sub shop in south western Indiana. I'm furious.

So furious, in fact, that I plan on tracking down this low-life and giving him a piece of my mind. In exchange for a Dragon Fruit Sobe, of course. And, believe me, I will find him. And he will rue the day he crossed me. I will begin my search THIS. VERY. NIGHT! As soon as Im done my glass of Orange juice...

Sincerely,
Hiram The Nate

P.S. Contrary to appearances, the title has absolutely nothing to do with the topic. I refuse to explain it, because frankly, that would ruin the magic that exists only in my mind. I will however hint that it is two inside jokes with two different people smashed together. Good luck with the head-scratching.

P.P.S. Did I say "Head-scratching"? I meant "Not-caring."