Monday, April 21, 2008

April 21st.

I think my brain is pickled. I have arthritis in my hands. I will be twenty-four in June. Almost a quarter of a century with nothing to show for it save some bad tattoos, a few country songs, and a collection of scars. I have a toothache.

I used to have a Xanga account, and I would write in it regularly. I still have the account, I suppose, but no one reads Xanga anymore. Not that anyone reads this blog.

Anyhow, looking back on some of my old Xanga posts, I'm amazed at some of the insights and witticisms that I was able to convey. Nowadays, it seems, I can't come close to the font of wisdom I somehow tapped into in my past. This flowery bullshit pales in comparison. Pale, flowery bullshit.















For the life of me, I cannot figure out how to properly insert pictures into my posts. They always appear at the very top of the text, and I have to awkwardly drag them around while they displace text and margins.

It's almost as frustrating as this toothache.

2 comments:

Sabina England, Playwright said...

oh, baby darling, stop being emo. You are suffering from, what we playwrights call, WRITERS BLOCK. It will all come back to your brain sooner or later. You shall be witty, clever, cheeky, and naughty again. You just need to find something to do that'll spark your imagination.

Me, I have taken up archery again after years and years. It is so much fun and today, after I get home from work I am going to put some plastic soda bottles in the backyard and shoot 'em with my bow and arrows.

Maybe you can, uhh, find a new hobby to do. Like, let's say, participate in a bukkake? mmmm????

Just a thought.

Love,
your secret admirer

(oh DAMNIT, can you see my name there?)

BRIAN! said...

I know what you mean. I have tried to write some stories like I used to about our adventures during the Xanga days but nothing comes close to that good. At least in my opinion. I wanna write but it all comes down to inspiration. Going on adventures with you and Seve and Ben inspired the hell outta me. I miss going on adventures with you and the Isaac Bros. Lame! Nostalgia!