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It's been too long. Every blood cell was calling out for me to write. Write anything. Write something. Write nothing. Just write. The problem I've always had with writing in these blogs were that I always wanted people to ask me personally, to my face, what's going on in my life rather than sit and read about it on the internet. Now I found the formula. Just wait. Wait long enough until most people have asked than write it for everybody else who hasn't and for everyone else who wasn't paying attention to me when they asked me personally. Furthermore, I became jealous of other people writing and all I would be able to think about the whole day is how I could easily embarrass them or their word work of art with a mere comment made by carefully placed destructive words waiting to explode upon the pressure of my thumb squeezing on the trigger. Ka-Boom.
Now I write after a few month hiatus. I'm in the mood again to write stories. All I do at work is tell stories. Sometimes I'd even take other peoples' stories and make them better. If you want to do this at home or work with the people telling you stories, simply take their story and add "ninjas" or "fuzzy pink slippers" somewhere in it and believe me the story becomes a million times better. Seriously though, this is practice because I embark on a new writing project based on my love life.
It'll be a short story.
My band, in which the name is still pending, are radio supah-stahs. We won a contest and now our prize is to sell out and sell out those eggnog lattes that, by the way, are easily digestible. Once I have the song in my hands I will post it on my myspace account for you all to listen. Additionally, for you XM junkies, just tune into the Starbucks radio station and patiently wait to hear it. The song should start playing within this week or next week. And though we sold our souls to the commercialistic devils, the paycheck is heavenly sweet.
Speaking of the band:
Sorry Steph, it's in Brooklyn. But we're trying. We're also trying for Austin, Texas for the South by Southwest Music Festival. Wish us luck on that one.
For everyone reading this in the LiveJournal edition, has anyone notice that if they scroll their mouse over the location, a pop-up appears courtesy of google-map of where the blogger is blogging from? Crazy. Today, I'll be blogging from Area 51.
I'm keeping this one short and sweet, so for now...
Goodnight Everybody.
Now I write after a few month hiatus. I'm in the mood again to write stories. All I do at work is tell stories. Sometimes I'd even take other peoples' stories and make them better. If you want to do this at home or work with the people telling you stories, simply take their story and add "ninjas" or "fuzzy pink slippers" somewhere in it and believe me the story becomes a million times better. Seriously though, this is practice because I embark on a new writing project based on my love life.
It'll be a short story.
My band, in which the name is still pending, are radio supah-stahs. We won a contest and now our prize is to sell out and sell out those eggnog lattes that, by the way, are easily digestible. Once I have the song in my hands I will post it on my myspace account for you all to listen. Additionally, for you XM junkies, just tune into the Starbucks radio station and patiently wait to hear it. The song should start playing within this week or next week. And though we sold our souls to the commercialistic devils, the paycheck is heavenly sweet.
Speaking of the band:
Sorry Steph, it's in Brooklyn. But we're trying. We're also trying for Austin, Texas for the South by Southwest Music Festival. Wish us luck on that one.
For everyone reading this in the LiveJournal edition, has anyone notice that if they scroll their mouse over the location, a pop-up appears courtesy of google-map of where the blogger is blogging from? Crazy. Today, I'll be blogging from Area 51.
I'm keeping this one short and sweet, so for now...
Goodnight Everybody.