MYSTERIOUS
So anybody who is familiar with my creative process (I think the total there is 1, if you count me) knows that I keep track of a lot of good ideas via an elaborate system of post-its, notebooks and eventual computer entry into a folder structure so byzantine it makes Constantinople politics of the twelfth century look like a game of Candyland.
This means that at any given time there are about 5-10 post-it notes stuck in various odd locations around my desk, with snippets of ideas, phrases, dialogue, etc, etc.
Well, I was cleaning my desk off today since it occurred to me I hadn't dusted it since I moved to this apartment like 15 months ago, and I came across a post-it which says, in its entirety and definitely my handwriting, "Chickens can't smile!"
. . . . I have no idea what this means.
I'm getting a little obsessed with it. What the fuck was this point of this, self? What were you doing? AT WHAT POINT DID A CHICKEN FACTOR INTO IT?
I NEED A GOD DAMN TIME MACHINE SO I CAN FIGURE OUT WHEN I WROTE THIS AND WHAT THE HELL IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MEAN.
I totally knew what the note that read "vicious bush cows" meant, but god damn if "Chickens can't smile!" isn't destroying me.
. . . . . God damn, Ambien is fucking wrecking my memory.
This means that at any given time there are about 5-10 post-it notes stuck in various odd locations around my desk, with snippets of ideas, phrases, dialogue, etc, etc.
Well, I was cleaning my desk off today since it occurred to me I hadn't dusted it since I moved to this apartment like 15 months ago, and I came across a post-it which says, in its entirety and definitely my handwriting, "Chickens can't smile!"
. . . . I have no idea what this means.
I'm getting a little obsessed with it. What the fuck was this point of this, self? What were you doing? AT WHAT POINT DID A CHICKEN FACTOR INTO IT?
I NEED A GOD DAMN TIME MACHINE SO I CAN FIGURE OUT WHEN I WROTE THIS AND WHAT THE HELL IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MEAN.
I totally knew what the note that read "vicious bush cows" meant, but god damn if "Chickens can't smile!" isn't destroying me.
. . . . . God damn, Ambien is fucking wrecking my memory.