I wrote a giant blog about how I'm not really in the mood to write anything. ranted stream of consciousness for a while, read it over, then deleted it. I don't think I'm really angry or irritated or depressed about anything enough to commit it to [digital] paper and post it. And I'm not really in the mood to go on and on about the things that make me happy. It loses my interest in other people's blogs and I don't even think I'd read my own blog about all the (2.5) things great with my life. I will say though, before I deleted it, I typed the first line with a great typo. Here it is for you .
"It's been a while since my last blo, so I thought I'd post a little something."
where do you go from there? I guess I post my number and make plans to meet in a bathroom stall at 2AM somewhere. Do people still do that? I just read a great book "Survivor" -Chuck Pulaniak where the main character meat his clairvoyant non-girlfriend in a bathroom stall every once in a while to get her info on her visions for his miracle prediction of the week.
On an(other) unrelated note, when I was in the eighth grade, my left nipple was grossly larger than my right. I was always embarrassed in the locker room during gym and football. I seriously thought I was going to have surgery (though I never did -it eventually got better) Also, I developed chest hair quicker than most of the others and quicker in the middle of my chest than anywhere else, so that was good for a laugh as well.
-guess I had something to write about after all.
"It's been a while since my last blo, so I thought I'd post a little something."
where do you go from there? I guess I post my number and make plans to meet in a bathroom stall at 2AM somewhere. Do people still do that? I just read a great book "Survivor" -Chuck Pulaniak where the main character meat his clairvoyant non-girlfriend in a bathroom stall every once in a while to get her info on her visions for his miracle prediction of the week.
On an(other) unrelated note, when I was in the eighth grade, my left nipple was grossly larger than my right. I was always embarrassed in the locker room during gym and football. I seriously thought I was going to have surgery (though I never did -it eventually got better) Also, I developed chest hair quicker than most of the others and quicker in the middle of my chest than anywhere else, so that was good for a laugh as well.
-guess I had something to write about after all.
and it's "palahniuk", dorkus. <3