Author: theogeo
Blocked
Dammit, internet, I want to write something. I don’t even know where to start anymore. It is so frustrating. I am sitting in the office/cat room. I just realized there are two clocks in here ticking. Two ticks per second, one behind the other. It’s sort of mesmerizing. I can’t write so I will go to bed.
1.5.13 and 2.5.13: Fourteen and fifteen months old
Sugar Booger: What a wild and crazy couple of months we had! Christmas descended upon us like a load of bricks, but I think you took it in stride. We went to the Opryland Hotel to see the lights and walk around a bit, and you thought that was a pretty good time, especially when Daddy held your hand and let you take the lead for a while. You didn’t care that there was a…
My life, a metaphor
Put $40 in pocket. Ugh, these pants look terrible. Change stupid pants. Go to work. Put $5 dinner on credit card. Never find $40 again.
31 years and 30 days
The other day I learned that a childhood friend shot and killed himself. I had lost touch with him since graduating and leaving Hardin County. Honestly, I probably didn’t have a whole lot to do with him during high school either. We ran in different circles and I had my head up my boyfriend’s ass all through high school. I always thought he was so cute, though. I remember him being so silly, too. In…
Things you should be watching
• The Gorburger Show • Billy on the Street • Enlightened • The new season of Peep Show That’s all for now; I know you’re busy.
I forgot how to blog :(
I used to have the urge to write all the time, just to indulge those itchy fingers and get those mundane thoughts out into the ether, get them out of me. Now I spend a lot of time thinking about sitting down to write something and then thinking about what I would write and getting SO FUCKING BORED with myself. I have nothing to add to the conversation at large. I never did, probably, but…
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