My brain is stuck
I desperately want to express myself in an engaging, intelligent and thought provoking way, but I am much better at convincing myself that what I have to express isn’t worth the effort.
Or I just make poop jokes.
Co-workers
Sometimes they swap child support war stories on their break (every time)
PAy Attention to me
So, here it is.
I don’t normally jump onto bandwagons, and trust me, parts of me absolutely loathe that I jumped on this one. Blogging-/tweeting/whatever the fuck tumblr considers itself to be- is the lowest form of human expression and the quite possibly the poorest use of the infinite communicative power of the Internet (unless you count guys posting videos of themselves masturbating in department stores, but that is something altogether different), nevertheless I need to take advantage of every easy to use gimmick to help me get out of this year long writing funk I’ve worn myself into.
I wonder. Will anything ever be the same?
