well, i must say there has been a severe lack of posts from my sphere of blogos. you know who you are. to illustrate my point, this is my second post today.
i take it as an insult if i can’t read a post from you at least every other day. if you don’t have anything to blog about, you must be dead. i will send you flowers.
but wait! that’s the reality isn’t it? you’re dead. not like the non-living, non-breathing, non-pooping kind of dead, but the i-lost-my-soul-in-a-poker-game-with-satan kind of dead. you’re useless.
i know, i know. it’s soooo hard to look at a computer screen and diddle the keyboard. peck peck peck.
oh, boo hoo. your life’s not interesting. oh, cry me a river of justin timberlake sperm. you make me sick.
find a subject in the news or tattooed on your ass, i don’t really care where you get it from. maybe it’s a subject that makes you angry or weepy. if it makes you cry like a little bitch, then it’s good enough to blog about.
then open up your blog software and type a few sentences. try to make it entertaining so i don’t want to kill you.
I had never thought to get a tattoo on my ass. Maybe I will and I can post pictures of it all over the internet. Then I’d have something to blog about.
You’re so good with the angry! Are you ready to be more angry? My excuse is, I’m no good with the angry…I know, waaa waaa waaa. I like funny, and I’m just not very funny.
you already think the drugs are making me dead inside so I guess it doesn’t matter if I post or not.
yeah, i’m good with the angry. i was born with it. but blogging doesn’t require anger, it just makes it better. if there’s one thing life has taught me, you don’t have to be better, just average.
crazymom, you can do better than that. i only feel half the hate.
for instance, i thought you were dead inside long before you started taking the drugs. everyone is. we are meant for more than doing mundane tasks, making money, buying shit, or taking care of children exclusively. the drugs are just a way for you to escape your reality. if we want to open up this can of worms some more, i’m more than happy to wax philosophical. i’ve got fifty posts worth of material.
I’m of the mind that if something’s worth doing, then it’s worth doing right. When I post I want to be satisfied with it. Otherwise it’s just like any of the other things that I think all day long that aren’t even important enough to make it into short-term memory.