How to Cope Without Your Favorite Writing Utensil or an Interesting Blog Topic
April 29, 2009 in about writing, How to, I Thought You'd Like To Know, Light and airy as I get, Rambling, Reflection | Tags: blog, bullet points, coping, death, Gay, how-tos, lists, morbidity, porn, sex, Straight, ways to die, Writing, writing utensil, XXX
- Sex.
- Also, mentioning “sex” in a blog brings you more traffic, or so Bryan says. Put as many sexual tags as you can think of on your blog post. Think hard.
- Try to find another writing utensil.
- Tell yourself that this other writing utensil is perfectly sufficient.
- Upon immediate dismissal of the above point, keep calm.
- For Christ’s sake, shake out your luminous hair.
- Distract yourself by considering your freckles.
- Consider the cost of Claritin, which you had to buy because you needed it, but you would have preferred that the Family Dollar had generic in stock.
- Email Jade. Email Bryan. Email Melissa.
- Write random bullet points and hope no one notices the randomness.
- Think morbid thoughts. Such as all the ways horrible things can befall people: aortic tears in plane crashes, torture, being shot repeatedly in Afghanistan, having your rehab dog shot to death upon returning to Texas, forest fires that incinerate entire crews of smokejumpers in Montana (?) gulches, plane crashes that result in the consumption of rugby players, cutting your own hand off, freezing to death on Mt. Everest, starving in the Alaskan wilderness, dating, ending up in a freezer, being in Iraq, being in Somalia, being infected by the swine flu, having multiple myeloma with a 10% chance of living through the treatment much less the illness, and not having your favorite writing utensil or an interesting blog topic.
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April 29, 2009 at 10:02 am
poeticgrin
Well if this post doesn’t turn on your readers, nothing will.
April 29, 2009 at 6:41 pm
mariana
I think for most people the best solution would be reading a louise way book, where they teach them how much they value, and make them stand infront of the miror and repeat I love myself, I am a nice human being.
I would prefer to swallow a bunch of alplax or rivotrils to cope with it.
Each person has its own way.
May 2, 2009 at 11:25 am
me2watson
Consider my freckles as what, sexy lady?
Beauty marks? Connect the dots
in a tattoo parlor to resemble the Milky Way?
Hey! That’s visually appealing. Can I use that
for my next piece? XXX for a triple threat?
Tell me, did it work? You know…
Btw, I luv ya fer puttin’ me on roll call.
Could you be so kind as to do me a teeny favor?
Could it reflect my site’s name change?
Thank you! I now hideaway at
Uncle Tree’s House.
I hate the word ‘blog’ anyway.
Sounds like something I’d pull out of my nose.
I wish yu’d take better care of yersef, damn!
And watch out fer dat killer flu crap, geezer momma.
I be seein’ yuz ’round da bends. Chew! UT