Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Writing Process...


for those of you who arent world famous published authors like yours truly, and dont have over twenty retro throw-back t-shirts from your local hispter t-shirt business in your closet, and dont have thousands of people throwing delicious crystal meth in your direction every day, and dont have many, many super-cool black friends (the kind that DONT wear basketball jerseys in every day social situations), and havent voted for OMGBARACK!!!1!!1! at least once in your life, well, you probably have no idea how difficult it is to spend most of your life ass-deep in some step of the writing process. and how good it feels to not write anything for an extended period of time. to just veg out. watch some tube. explore your body. learn things about yourself.

such is my curse.

whoop dee do - but what does it all mean, basil? what does this nonsensical rambling have to do with you not blogging for the better part of this entire calendar year?

if you give me a minute, i'll tell you. sometimes you can be really impatient.

REASONS WHY I HAVENT BEEN BLOGGING AS MUCH AS I USED TO

* how about "none of your damn business" and i'll thank you to stay out of my personal life.

* i have been eating more poop and drinking more pee than ever before.

* my addiction to pale teenage vampires and broody young mexican werewolves has been at a fever pitch as of late. most of my days have been spent sewing "team edward" bibs for our eventual half vampire children. and cutting myself.

* lately ive been traveling around the country on a lecture circuit, informing people how ridiculous it is that we all cover our mouths when we yawn. i can toally see why we have to do so when we sneeze or cough - to avoid germs escaping into the wild and getting animals sick. i know. but yawning is just breathing. and you dont have to cover your mouth when you breathe. come on.

* have you ever noticed how most new york mets fans are of italian decent? i hate that about them.

* if there is one thing i am sure of, its that those gross flat strappy sandals that hip twenty-somethings are wearing right now are going to turn out to be the most horrific fashion disaster of this decade. by far. when is the last time you heard a guy say "yeah, shes hot, and i would totally bang her, but i wish she looked just a little more like alexander the great"? kill them with fire before its too late.

* ive been thinking a lot about my childhood recently, and ive come to the realization that i probably didnt makeout with winnie cooper from "the wonder years" enough. you know that hot piece was just waiting for me to make my move. my bad, girl.

* if you are ever on a greyhound bus traveling cross-country, and you start having a panic attack, its probably a good idea to shoot first and ask questions later.

* getting up enough courage to ask a woman on a date is something we all struggle with. if you are doubting yourself, just remember - women are just like men, only without the ability to form educated, rational, or meaningful thoughts or observations! good luck!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Unorganized Thoughts...


* the recent heat wave in the midwest has caused many thousands of deaths, culminating in sixteen people dying from heat exposure this month, leaving them dead and really, really not alive. local health authorities are reminding everyone "that its freaking summertime" and to "stop being such giant pussies".

* tonight is decision time for lebron james. he either makes the wisest move a human being can possibly make in leaving cleveland as quickly as possible, or he stays home and gets to personally watch northeast ohio die a slow, painful, and very public death. no one is sure what he will choose, but i am sticking by my original call of him teaming up with katie smith and making the columbus quest the most dominant professional basketball team in the history of the batelle hall at the greater columbus convention center.

* if you are ever stranded in nature, i think its probably a really good idea to cut yourself (probably on the wrists or neck) and collect as much of your own blood into a jar as possible. you never know when you might get hurt and need that blood in the future.

* heres something i love. i love how everyone is completely outraged that there are fish and sea turtles and dolphins in the gulf dying from the oil spill (because that is tragic!) but no one has any feelings whatsoever towards the tens of thousands of animals we slaughter every single day in this country for mcnuggets and whoppers and junior bacon cheeseburgers. the lesson? killing a living creature is okay, so long as its on purpose.

* there comes a time in every mans life where he must make the decision between being faithful to his wife, or having meaningless, unprotected hot monkey relations with a strung-out, cross-dressing latino prostitute in the parking lot of a tj maxx at 3:30 in the morning. you know why hookers cost so much money? because theyre worth it.

* sure, you lost in the championship game of your soccer league for the second straight season. but ultimately, thats not really all that important. whats important is knowing that this family is a family of champions, and your mother and i will never really love you. and im not your real father.