chumbawumba
i'm currently suffering from a chronic case of writer's block. i've been told the best way to cure it would be to just start writing, can't think of anything, can't think of anything, can't think of anything...and now my boring entry will, i'm sure, lose all of my 3 subscribers. my friend, dan, somehow comes up with witty crap like eating with his door open and gets all sorts of comments and continued readers...i need some inspiration like that. maybe i should make myself an office and start eating stuff like cous cous with the door open and then i could write about it and then people would get irritated and tell me they were irritated and then we would have conversations about food and then talk about whose mom's cooking was the best. i'd be out of that conversation because my mom couldn't cook when i was growing up...and then i would have to admit that i was lying and that she could cook a little but that i just wanted to be belligerent.
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Jessy, just look at all of the interesting people around you. Then look at the clueless ones. They are the same people. Then write about them. Love, Dan.
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