To all my fellow netizens who post pictures in public and semi public places and are either too lazy (or stupid?) to orientate them correctly, your Internet privileged should be revoked.
Also to those of you who send Email from your smart phones or similar, mobile devices and haven't changed the signature from "Sent from my really cool gadget," to anything else, you need to go back to land lines and answering machines.
Lastly, to all the self indulgent bloggers that occupy yourselves complaining about the inadequacies of people's behavior, change your diaper before you get a rash.
Showing posts with label vomit blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vomit blog. Show all posts
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Can't sleep
Thursday, November 3, 2:11AM
Can't sleep again, thinking about stuff I would like to say.
I thought I was being original by coining the phrase "vomit blog," meaning a place for me to spew whatever is in my brain, but alas, I am exploring already charted territory. I Googled the phrase "blog vomit" or "blomit" and "vomit blog" and found that each term had several, apparently unrelated definitions. Many of them salacious.
But what I really want to say is that I am looking for a place to practice writing. Anita Canterbury, my high school, freshman English teacher told us that if we weren't writing daily at this point, we would never amount to anything as writers. However, at 45, I have a dream; I will never be a great writer, I may never even be a good writer, but if I work hard and practice, I can become a better writer (thanks to Bob Fosse's All that Jazz).
That is enough for now. It is time to play with my settings. And I don't mean that in a dirty way.
Can't sleep again, thinking about stuff I would like to say.
I thought I was being original by coining the phrase "vomit blog," meaning a place for me to spew whatever is in my brain, but alas, I am exploring already charted territory. I Googled the phrase "blog vomit" or "blomit" and "vomit blog" and found that each term had several, apparently unrelated definitions. Many of them salacious.
But what I really want to say is that I am looking for a place to practice writing. Anita Canterbury, my high school, freshman English teacher told us that if we weren't writing daily at this point, we would never amount to anything as writers. However, at 45, I have a dream; I will never be a great writer, I may never even be a good writer, but if I work hard and practice, I can become a better writer (thanks to Bob Fosse's All that Jazz).
That is enough for now. It is time to play with my settings. And I don't mean that in a dirty way.
2:40PM
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