I can’t believe this crap…
It only took me one day to run out of things I want to write
about…
Whatever no one is going to read the stuff anyway…
I guess I could write a poem, but I don’t know, I don’t feel
like getting drunk enough for that…
Maybe I could go back and write another fake lover letter to
Rasputin…
I don’t think so. I
can’t do two letters in a row. People
will be all like “what is this a blog full of letters?”
Maybe I could write about one of my dreams... I
don’t remember my dream from last night though…
Perhaps I should write about love, or truth, or the spirit…
Nah the golden rule is “write what you know”…
What do I know? What
do I know?...
I know that those mice in my house died a horrible death…
A horrible, accidental death…
Oh the fragility of all life…
Oh the suffering…
Man I am hungry…
Why am I hungry I just ate like a whole sleeve of Ritz
crackers…
I need to stop snacking and start eating regular meals…
I think Oprah used to tell everybody to do that, she was
also super anti-carbs…
Remember when the meat industry tried to sue her…
Isn’t that how she met Doctor Phil?...
What!?!? Philip Seymour Hoffman died what a bummer…
Bummer…
Well time to get real and get this blog post written…
Wait isn’t it Super Bowl Sunday, I got to see the new
commercials!!!!
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