Now seriously...
I've thought about how and when to say this, but words are hard to find, and it's not easy to give people bad news. More so about myself. I ask questions..like who deserves to know, who can be trusted and how exactly do I deal with the truth once it's out in the open and becomes something I can no longer deny. But I decided heck, this is the easiest way, the painless way for me, and whoever bothers to keep up with my blog are the only ones who deserves to know. So here goes. It's not really a disease, I would like to think of it that way, because to have it called a disease makes me feel somewhat helpless, so let's call it somewhat of a condition that I'm in right now, even though I notice since so long ago that it is happening. And pray for me, that everything will turn out okay, that it's not all that dire and serious. Okay?
Truth is I have what is commonly known as....
a writer's block
Yes, frustrating ain't it. It doesn't really feel like a disease as opposed to that's just how I'm built. That is worse.
Having an attention span that rivals that of a fly and a bipolar mood range as well as temperament that can satisfy even the most wicked of Neil Gaiman's fetish, are not really helping as you can see. Life is frustrating when every single thing bores you after a bunch of fascination is done being hurled here and there.
So there goes, I'm having a writer's block, as usual. I have words in my head that are jumbled up and complete thoughts that can't be expressed I don't know why. Nothing interests me so nothing inspires me. Nothing inspires me so no creativity is being nurtured here. Nothing because I do nothing, I see little of people, and the other thing to blame would be, the effing slow internet connection that manages to call itself a 1Gbps connection. Therefore, I'm embarking on a project..
You know how LJ has that suggestion on what to write about to overcome writer's block? Since I want to write but have nothing to write, and since I want to write but rather not delve into deep thinking that has the possibility to sink me into unnecessary depth, I'm just gonna write whatever they suggest me to write from now on.
And the Neil Armstrong for this ambitious undertaking would be....
What is one food that you refuse to try? Why?
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....Seriously....
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You fucking kill me.
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THAT? is your fucking question?!
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Maybe I'll have a better luck tomorrow.
So now what?
Maybe I'll hang at Ayie's place. He's got Bloody Roar. TV. Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. Decent internet connection. PG's almost always vacant table. Uhhuh. Screw blogging.
Truth is I have what is commonly known as....
a writer's block
Yes, frustrating ain't it. It doesn't really feel like a disease as opposed to that's just how I'm built. That is worse.
Having an attention span that rivals that of a fly and a bipolar mood range as well as temperament that can satisfy even the most wicked of Neil Gaiman's fetish, are not really helping as you can see. Life is frustrating when every single thing bores you after a bunch of fascination is done being hurled here and there.
So there goes, I'm having a writer's block, as usual. I have words in my head that are jumbled up and complete thoughts that can't be expressed I don't know why. Nothing interests me so nothing inspires me. Nothing inspires me so no creativity is being nurtured here. Nothing because I do nothing, I see little of people, and the other thing to blame would be, the effing slow internet connection that manages to call itself a 1Gbps connection. Therefore, I'm embarking on a project..
You know how LJ has that suggestion on what to write about to overcome writer's block? Since I want to write but have nothing to write, and since I want to write but rather not delve into deep thinking that has the possibility to sink me into unnecessary depth, I'm just gonna write whatever they suggest me to write from now on.
And the Neil Armstrong for this ambitious undertaking would be....
What is one food that you refuse to try? Why?
...
....
........
..
.
....Seriously....
......
...
You fucking kill me.
.....
.......
THAT? is your fucking question?!
...
.....
..................... .. . . .. . . .
Maybe I'll have a better luck tomorrow.
So now what?
Maybe I'll hang at Ayie's place. He's got Bloody Roar. TV. Grey's Anatomy is on tonight. Decent internet connection. PG's almost always vacant table. Uhhuh. Screw blogging.