6:41 am - January 13, 2006
I'm an ass today, and you?
Hello, friends!
I just erased everything I wrote because I'm a self-indulgent twit.
You already knew that, sorry.
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Earlier tonight, someone asked me my plans for my so called life.
Other than keeping things (er, significantly, ass) where they were ten years ago, I got nuttin'.
Eventually every lovely lady must stop er, ahem. *Censored*
So, not a biggie, but I was referenced in an article the other day. And a story I wrote got published. And a review. All of a sudden, I feel as though I should put on a Bronx accent, I'm so popular.
Or at least a Brooklyn.
But I'm no good. I'm no UncleBob or Weetabix. My charm only works in proximity.
Jen, I've re-written the last bit of this two thousand times. (Ha ha, I know I should've spent more time on the rest...) I asked things that are not to be.
But maybe this will freak someone else out, a quote I heard recently: "a procrastinator is nothing more than a perfectionist unwilling to see his dreams shattered..."ss
I am really too self-indulgent and too unruly to ever be satisfied with what I have created.
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Okay, and the last little bit will be about my inconsequential weekend. Sunday I went to a trendy slacker bar where everyone was cooler than me. (as always) Got chewed out by a silly AC.DC impersonator (who's really quite good, shockingly) for not returning phone calls and being indifferent to his "feelings".
Dude. Like I'm fully functional. I only pretend.
So then I adopted a cutie birthday-boy with blue hair and went to The Balcony. I proceeded to, well, do lots of things. (ie, dance, fall down, laugh, etc) Among them, be the custom-ass you know and love.
I hate to leave you with this, but I'm just too terribly tired. Needless to say: A delightful irish-man helped me speaka de english at de pita pit, I ran into an old friend who was surprisingly happy to see me, and oooh, me timbers were shivered a la PG.
Theeeeee End.
Just a sidenote, but why am I censoring myself? No one reads this who's under. I must delve into this...
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