This isn’t so much a blog post as it is an announcement. I’m dying. Dying to share with you other things I have been working on! Probably should have put some space in there for dramatic effect. Maybe for a moment there you really did think I was dying. Aren’t we dying though? From the moment we’re born we’re closer to death. My head also may or not be getting larger. I think this could be due to a brain tumor. If I still think it’s growing in a week I will go to the doctors and have him check it out. He’ll laugh at me. Then I’ll tell him I don’t have insurance. He’ll laugh again. This time out of joy and not pity.
I didn’t post anything yesterday and I’m not posting much at all today (actually that’s a lie you’ll understand in a few moments) because I am retarded. Really. I am mentally incapable of paying attention, counting, or having affection. I have a bunch of my future blogs ready and rearing to go, but silly me forgot to email them to myself. I could post something I wrote about Three Day Weekends. I don’t think it’s very good and that’s why I’m not posting it. I realized by the end that my distaste for Three Day Weekends is nothing more than me being lonely and running out of times I can tell myself “Hey, things might turn around.”
Tomorrow things will hopefully be back to normal. On a more normal schedule at least. I’ve been pretty busy lately with a multitude of things. Not really, but I have had a little less time to get on the Internet. I could be posting every day, but quite honestly I find it to be in shit-form to post when you’re not able to comment on other people’s blogs as well. Especially at this stage where I have people dependent on my readership. I’ll go more into this in a future blog about shitty bloggers and things they do. I just wanted to give a little insight into why I feel it necessary to not post every single day even when I can.
If you’re really itching to read something of mine I have added to my site the first chapter of a book I wrote. It doesn’t have that great of a title yet or anything and it’s kind of hard to explain what it’s all about. I’ll tell you this, Satan is one of the central characters. You would never know that by the first chapter. For some reason Satan always has to be a main character in things I write. Love letters from me read like journal entries of Charles Manson. Please excuse any grammatical errors as I have yet to edit it for the 50th time. Maybe I can get some feedback on it. Have someone tell me that it sucks and I should go fuck myself. Then I can give up on it and that’s one less thing to stress about.
In the future I plan on posting a few other things I have written. Screenplays and such mostly. I can’t do that yet because I am entering several into contests in the upcoming months. I’d hate for someone to steal it or more likely get disqualified for making it public already. I know, rules are weird like that. Nevertheless, if Community ever gets cancelled you’ll be sure to see episodes I wrote for that up in no time at all.