No Blog Today…
When I wake up at 8AM, there will be no blog. It just can’t happen. It is my punishment. I mean it is Monday…what the hell is wrong with me? Where is my sense of motivation? If there is any day that I can and should get up roaring and ready to go at 7am, it should be Monday.
A bummer because I had a great blog planned for today --- or I was in the middle of planning a great blog for today. The same downtime I had toward planning my blog would have been the same downtime that got me to bed at a decent hour and up and at ‘em first thing this morning. It was 9/9:30pm, I was in my room listening to the Supremes on repeat, grooming (fancy word for clipping my nails), and debating whether I was going to blog about “happiness” or “death” today. I nearly completed 2/3’s of each entry (In my head).
Today’s blog would have been about death. Not death as in the concept of it, but death as in how I think I am going to die. Wait for it. I chose death over “happiness” because … well, because… “Happiness” is a metaphor for “love” or “like” both of which are inappropriate [FOR ME] to blog about in length. What will happen with this happiness concept? You’ll see the subtleties in other entries. Take this blog for instance --- the fact that I want to write about “happiness” suggests that I have a new crush. If I ever happen to blog about how I got back into writing poetry and I say something like I co-wrote a Haiku in a coffee shop which opened up the creative floodgates – you might say “hmm.” Or if I ever happen to write about “firsts” and I say that I gave away my first ever UGLY DOLL, but I don’t say to who or in what context, you might say “hmm.” Bye OX, I love you and will miss you dearly!!! Please also do not miss last night's musical selection. The Supremes?! Really? Yes, really!
[I can’t blog about my new crush because I hinted to said new crush about my blog and she may read it one day; I can and will blog about my personal life, but can’t and won’t blog about my personal interactions --- its blasphemous. All of my friends should now sigh in relief; random crazy New Yorkers walking about doing crazy New York shit like spinning on your head on a subway car, or walking around with a cat perched on top of your head, or street-preaching in a megaphone about the sins of man, please continue to hold your breath. (See blog entry about Censorship) Besides, outright blogging about girls is tragic and psychotic (even for me) and I shall not go there.]
So again, there will be no blog about “happiness” because there just won’t be. There will be no blog about “death” because my train of thought was interrupted last night by my roommates wanting to watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall. No it’s not on video yet, we just got the good stuff…I half-considered composing on the train this morning in lieu of reading the paper, but I just couldn’t resist reading about the Metro budget cuts, Nady going 4 for 5, and about the lies Obama and McCain are smearing.
So, sorry…No Blog Today --- I’ve very important PowerPoint slides to create.
A bummer because I had a great blog planned for today --- or I was in the middle of planning a great blog for today. The same downtime I had toward planning my blog would have been the same downtime that got me to bed at a decent hour and up and at ‘em first thing this morning. It was 9/9:30pm, I was in my room listening to the Supremes on repeat, grooming (fancy word for clipping my nails), and debating whether I was going to blog about “happiness” or “death” today. I nearly completed 2/3’s of each entry (In my head).
Today’s blog would have been about death. Not death as in the concept of it, but death as in how I think I am going to die. Wait for it. I chose death over “happiness” because … well, because… “Happiness” is a metaphor for “love” or “like” both of which are inappropriate [FOR ME] to blog about in length. What will happen with this happiness concept? You’ll see the subtleties in other entries. Take this blog for instance --- the fact that I want to write about “happiness” suggests that I have a new crush. If I ever happen to blog about how I got back into writing poetry and I say something like I co-wrote a Haiku in a coffee shop which opened up the creative floodgates – you might say “hmm.” Or if I ever happen to write about “firsts” and I say that I gave away my first ever UGLY DOLL, but I don’t say to who or in what context, you might say “hmm.” Bye OX, I love you and will miss you dearly!!! Please also do not miss last night's musical selection. The Supremes?! Really? Yes, really!
[I can’t blog about my new crush because I hinted to said new crush about my blog and she may read it one day; I can and will blog about my personal life, but can’t and won’t blog about my personal interactions --- its blasphemous. All of my friends should now sigh in relief; random crazy New Yorkers walking about doing crazy New York shit like spinning on your head on a subway car, or walking around with a cat perched on top of your head, or street-preaching in a megaphone about the sins of man, please continue to hold your breath. (See blog entry about Censorship) Besides, outright blogging about girls is tragic and psychotic (even for me) and I shall not go there.]
So again, there will be no blog about “happiness” because there just won’t be. There will be no blog about “death” because my train of thought was interrupted last night by my roommates wanting to watch Forgetting Sarah Marshall. No it’s not on video yet, we just got the good stuff…I half-considered composing on the train this morning in lieu of reading the paper, but I just couldn’t resist reading about the Metro budget cuts, Nady going 4 for 5, and about the lies Obama and McCain are smearing.
So, sorry…No Blog Today --- I’ve very important PowerPoint slides to create.
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