You don't really care about this
You know what I hate?
When stand up comedians don't create a proper story line or at least some kind of transition to their next story or joke. If I want to look at someone basically reading all their jokes out loud, I could buy one of those 'how to be funny for dummies' books and look at myself in the mirror.
What's up with the self-deprecating humor lately? Get yourself together soldier.
I want to write about a lot of things; books, films, thoughts, international affairs, your mom but I'm not sure if this is the right place. You see I put off writing in this journal because I don't feel as if I'm writing for myself, but for an audience and I don't want to bore you to death, so I try to make these blog posts interesting. You really don't care about how a bird pooed on my window and that it's way too cold outside to clean the spot so now I'm going to cut an image from a magazine and stick it on my window so I don't have to look at it.
I don't want to bore you with my personal details. But then again, this is a journal not a column in a fancy schmancy newspaper. I can do whatever I want with this....(if you belong to snor, please erase all dirty thoughts RIGHT NOW).
Talking about dirty (see that's a transition right there! Take that boring comedians!), my computer screen is so freaking dirty that I have to hire a whole legion of cleaning ladies or gentlemen to clean it. At first, I didn't realize it was so icky, until I kept seeing photos of people with spots on it. I first laughed out loud because I thought they were just ugly until I scrolled down and realized that the spots kept reappearing... yeah.
See, this is the reason I don't update this journal.
When stand up comedians don't create a proper story line or at least some kind of transition to their next story or joke. If I want to look at someone basically reading all their jokes out loud, I could buy one of those 'how to be funny for dummies' books and look at myself in the mirror.
What's up with the self-deprecating humor lately? Get yourself together soldier.
I want to write about a lot of things; books, films, thoughts, international affairs, your mom but I'm not sure if this is the right place. You see I put off writing in this journal because I don't feel as if I'm writing for myself, but for an audience and I don't want to bore you to death, so I try to make these blog posts interesting. You really don't care about how a bird pooed on my window and that it's way too cold outside to clean the spot so now I'm going to cut an image from a magazine and stick it on my window so I don't have to look at it.
I don't want to bore you with my personal details. But then again, this is a journal not a column in a fancy schmancy newspaper. I can do whatever I want with this....(if you belong to snor, please erase all dirty thoughts RIGHT NOW).
Talking about dirty (see that's a transition right there! Take that boring comedians!), my computer screen is so freaking dirty that I have to hire a whole legion of cleaning ladies or gentlemen to clean it. At first, I didn't realize it was so icky, until I kept seeing photos of people with spots on it. I first laughed out loud because I thought they were just ugly until I scrolled down and realized that the spots kept reappearing... yeah.
See, this is the reason I don't update this journal.