Wednesday, September 20, 2006
I have been trying to decide whether or not to take a formal hiatus from this and most of my other blogs, however formal a hiatus can be when you only post once a month to a weblog that is primarily read by people you talk to every day anyway. Sometimes I feel like I don't have anything interesting to say, and sometimes I feel like I have so much to say that I can't coherently put together a post without going off on 27 tangents and then arriving back at the original topic all winded and disheveled like a whore who just took on Kobe Bryant and his entourage. I suppose I could write about how the recent War on Moisture at US airports is keeping us safe from
grandmas with arthritis cream hydration envy over your seatmate's mocha frappuccino terrorists, or how much I love mid-80s punk/hardcore/anger rock, or some sappy bullshit about how wonderful my life partner is (seeing as how I still have yet to use a gender-specific word about said life partner, and you people still haven't even hazarded a single fucking guess about whether I'm getting head from someone with a real cock or a silicone one, or both). I could write about all those things, but instead I sit and look at a blank fucking blogger entry page and never get started. Until today.
I guess this means I'm not taking a hiatus. Goddammit.
I think I fucked your girlfriend once.
Maybe twice, I don't remember.
Then I fucked all your friends' girlfriends...
Now they hate you.
babbled by Kat @ 7:23:00 AM |