I wrote a short short story on Hijacked Amygdala today. You can read it here.
While you’re there, check out this new piece by Candice Daquin: Such is the Inequality of Them.
I remembered I liked blogging today around 2:15. I was in or around a grocery store. Today I had a mango and peach smoothie for the first time. I do not frequent juice shops. Today I put on shoes and tied them as well. I ate salt and vinegar potato chips, even though they are very disgusting.
Why do I like blogging again? I guess I have been writing long pieces of fiction for a long time and have not gotten very far with them. Maybe I should stop trying. I get so bored! And I always feel like I am wasting time on the wrong thing. I can never pick one thing.
Fuck it! Sometimes you try to be so serious and you try to be an adult. Man that is fucking dumb as hell! Fuck that shit! That shit was created by Madison Avenue to sell strollers!
Shit man what a life. I’m going to make margaritas because let’s talk about this weather, huh. Man this weather! Gives me the creeps.
Fuck first drafts, too! But even more, fuck second drafts. Like a dog returning to it’s vomit. Fuck all that shit! Be dead by the time you finish that second draft. Shit’s like an ice sculpture. It looked fine the first time, and besides, people weren’t expecting all that much anyway, it’s made out of fucking ice for christ sake! Then you go back to it to fix it up and you’re like why this shit all melty? Sumbitch shoulda known leave well enough alone!
This blog ain’t about the archives anyway! Shit! Nobody gives a damn what you wrote in March when the leaves are turning orange and shit.
Yeah man, shit. Have a drink! It’s nearly five o’clock. Let’s talk about the ISSUES. The issue is everything is arbitrary, so arbitrary!
Man I drank some iced tea that shit gave me heartburn.
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I can’t stop laughing when I read your shit. Damn!
Ha! Thanks man!
Damn, iced tea giving heartburn is a sad sad tale. Should have stuck to the margaritas! BTW you are mistaken, salt and vinegar crisps are the best…Maybe you don’t make them right over there!
Apparently not! They taste like death here. Some people like them though.
I’ll be sure to try some when I next hop the Atlantic. Though they seem like a rare commodity in your strange land.
You can find ’em at most big grocery stores somewhere stuffed in a corner where they belong