By the time this blog is written, it will be time to go. So if you are reaidng this now... I'm already gone. No, not in the Kelly Clarkson sense. More like the... bitch I'm out!
Today was... blah. Tomorrow will be... blah and the following day.... who knows. That's our christmas party so we shall see how that goes. I sai dI would bring potato casserole and cupcakes. WHY THE FUCK did I say that for?! Seriously? I'm going to devote my whole day to making this shit and I bet I'll fuck it up anyways.
Anywhoozle (yes, that one was for you Shark man), I am sleepy as frick and I wanna sleep but I also want to read and if possible, I would write. But I got nothing on the brain worth writing. Its all nonsense. Outrageous nonsense that would derail the plotline. Times like these are when I fuck up and start a new story which will ruin my chances of ever finishing the previous story.
Today Snarky ruined christmas. And by ruin christmas, I mean he ruined my damn cartoon drawing on our in/out board. He defiled my holly jolly snowman and santa. I was peeved, but liek always I said nothing. I just erased it when he was done and started over. I hate starting overm its never the same. Its irritating. Do I need to place a DO NOT TOUCH MY FUCKING CARTOON DRAWING! sign on there or something? Would writing that be too blunt? Would I get in touble? Would I care?
Do I care if I would care or do I not care and wish that I would care?
I'm in a total road block, writers block. I'm blocked. I need someone to write me a scene so that I can dissect it and make it my own and then say THANKS! I'm so fucking wrong. Its wrong how wrong I am. I also really really fucking want some cheese enchiladas from Carolinas but those bitches are mucho expensive. I'm out like a flame.
Peace.
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