Like Jesus And Liza... My Brain And I Are Making A Comeback...
"A car is fine but a truck is a force."
- Peggy Hill (King of the Hill)
Hi! I cannot believe I forgot to drop in here and report that yesterday I saw Hal Sparks' teenaged love child. I kid, I kid. They say every person on the planet has like one or two people who look like them and I swear for cow I saw dude's teenage doppelganger yesterday. Oh! Wait, wait... I'm so rude. I was so excited I just started talking. Hal Sparks played Michael on Queer As Folk. Like, I walked into work and there he was. My jaw dropped!
Oops. Never came back to this. It is now Saturday.
So... Guess what? Facebook is gonna lock me outta my page in 5days because I won't change my name. They said they wanna insure that I am using the name that I am using in my day to day life but shit... I am. Everything I do online is under the name Shinigami. Shit, I use the name so much that my phone has saved it. Like, what the hell, man? At 1st I was really pissed but now I'm like whatever because if we're being real honest, until I got heavily into social media, I was writing practically everyday and working out. I think for me, Livejournal, which for me is home, does not run in the same circles as say... Facebook or Twitter. It's just something I've been doing. It's in no way a need. Like I told Erica: "I see Facebook as more of a fuck pad in the mountains." It's not an obligation in anyway. I mean, in a few months, I might start back fighting for the rights to a name I've been using since 11th grade (Hell, I get mail under Shinigami Maxwell) but for now, Facebook can suck it.
Last night I had a dream that I shoved my uterus donor outta a winner and tried to say it was an accident. Meh. Sounds like me. I was kinda weirded out because that's the only part I can remember and I hate it when that happens. I'm too detail oriented to only recall bits and pieces of stuff.
Supposedly, as of Monday my life will change. I gave myself a deadline on getting my shit together mentally. I can't complain about writing and my lack of published material when I am sitting on what is arguably the most genius written work of all time. Soul of Moons needs to get out there. I need it to get out there for all the world to see. I want people to see me and know me as a writer. I see myself as a visionary. It's time others do the same.
Later
- Peggy Hill (King of the Hill)
Hi! I cannot believe I forgot to drop in here and report that yesterday I saw Hal Sparks' teenaged love child. I kid, I kid. They say every person on the planet has like one or two people who look like them and I swear for cow I saw dude's teenage doppelganger yesterday. Oh! Wait, wait... I'm so rude. I was so excited I just started talking. Hal Sparks played Michael on Queer As Folk. Like, I walked into work and there he was. My jaw dropped!
Oops. Never came back to this. It is now Saturday.
So... Guess what? Facebook is gonna lock me outta my page in 5days because I won't change my name. They said they wanna insure that I am using the name that I am using in my day to day life but shit... I am. Everything I do online is under the name Shinigami. Shit, I use the name so much that my phone has saved it. Like, what the hell, man? At 1st I was really pissed but now I'm like whatever because if we're being real honest, until I got heavily into social media, I was writing practically everyday and working out. I think for me, Livejournal, which for me is home, does not run in the same circles as say... Facebook or Twitter. It's just something I've been doing. It's in no way a need. Like I told Erica: "I see Facebook as more of a fuck pad in the mountains." It's not an obligation in anyway. I mean, in a few months, I might start back fighting for the rights to a name I've been using since 11th grade (Hell, I get mail under Shinigami Maxwell) but for now, Facebook can suck it.
Last night I had a dream that I shoved my uterus donor outta a winner and tried to say it was an accident. Meh. Sounds like me. I was kinda weirded out because that's the only part I can remember and I hate it when that happens. I'm too detail oriented to only recall bits and pieces of stuff.
Supposedly, as of Monday my life will change. I gave myself a deadline on getting my shit together mentally. I can't complain about writing and my lack of published material when I am sitting on what is arguably the most genius written work of all time. Soul of Moons needs to get out there. I need it to get out there for all the world to see. I want people to see me and know me as a writer. I see myself as a visionary. It's time others do the same.
Later