I don't know where to blog anymore.
A few weeks ago my myspace account was deleted. As to the how or the why, I haven't a clue. Maybe next time I will just solicit sex to fewer people. Not to worry, within a few hours my roommate, with nothing better to do, decided that she was going to make me a new one. The new one, however, would have a theme. That theme? Dave Needs A Girlfriend.
But because that entire page is pretty much devoted to the project of finding me company, I can't really write whatever I want to write. It's a themed project, so whatever I do compose needs to stick with the theme. That, and I'm not the only one who accesses the account.
And yes, I know it is pink, totally not my doing.
I discovered yesterday that my dad was on twitter. Which is weird for two reasons: 1) I have always thought the idea of Twitter was relatively stupid and 2) my dad's life couldn't possibly be interesting enough to fill a twitter account.
But then I caved, got my own account, and am realizing that maybe my life isn't interesting enough to fill the same page. I mean, do you really want to know what I am doing at every moment of every day? Really? It's kind of gross.
Other news: I was invited to join a screen writing group right here in Denver. The invitation came to me by way of email. The group has been established for some time and they all felt that I, with my "experience" (whatever the hell that means) would be beneficial to the group. They were all surprised to know that I was as young as I am and easily the youngest person of the group by ten years. Still, it shows promise.
And they meet in the coolest location ever: Hooked on Colfax. Maybe I'll take a picture for you.
A few weeks ago my myspace account was deleted. As to the how or the why, I haven't a clue. Maybe next time I will just solicit sex to fewer people. Not to worry, within a few hours my roommate, with nothing better to do, decided that she was going to make me a new one. The new one, however, would have a theme. That theme? Dave Needs A Girlfriend.
But because that entire page is pretty much devoted to the project of finding me company, I can't really write whatever I want to write. It's a themed project, so whatever I do compose needs to stick with the theme. That, and I'm not the only one who accesses the account.
And yes, I know it is pink, totally not my doing.
I discovered yesterday that my dad was on twitter. Which is weird for two reasons: 1) I have always thought the idea of Twitter was relatively stupid and 2) my dad's life couldn't possibly be interesting enough to fill a twitter account.
But then I caved, got my own account, and am realizing that maybe my life isn't interesting enough to fill the same page. I mean, do you really want to know what I am doing at every moment of every day? Really? It's kind of gross.
Other news: I was invited to join a screen writing group right here in Denver. The invitation came to me by way of email. The group has been established for some time and they all felt that I, with my "experience" (whatever the hell that means) would be beneficial to the group. They were all surprised to know that I was as young as I am and easily the youngest person of the group by ten years. Still, it shows promise.
And they meet in the coolest location ever: Hooked on Colfax. Maybe I'll take a picture for you.