Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Robs Fobs needs an ENEMA!

Dear Readers,

I am totally constipated. I push and push and no words come out. My thoughts are curled up in a tight nervous ball in the bowels of my mind, and are starting to stew and ferment in their own toxins.

Give ole Rob some things to write about.
Leave a comment and let me know what you'd like to read...I promise to write about it.



1 comment:

Rob Peach said...

Maybe pick apart some Zen koans? That'll get the mind unraveled!