I have written in my live-journal exactly twice in the last month. If I had the nerve to call myself a writer, I would chalk this up to a bad case of "Writer's Block", but since
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Yes, well maybe if you would have returned my phone call we could have explored together. But since I've already done it by myself, can we just have some silly sex instead?
No, because if I agreed and we were on the very verge, you would say "nevermind, just kidding!" and I would be lying there next to you, naked, humiliated, and bitter. I haven't returned your phone call because I am SWAMPED with schoolwork. I miss hanging with you though. Soon, love.
It's okay. Since i started that damned relationship I wasn't able to write about anything except how pissed/happy the girl was making me. But now that we are slowing down I plan on getting back into form. How long that'll take...I have no idea.
Yes, I noticed. If you want my totally unsolicited opinion, you should really end that relationship soon. Just tell her that being with her is having a detrimental effect on your live-journal.
Have you thought about writing books or short stories? Your entries are just too good for internet losers like ourselves. Your writing reminds me of Wally Lamb. Very tongue and cheek. Awesome. I've never enjoyed reading someone's entries like I enjoy reading yours. Reading good writing makes me want to be a better writer.
I've actually been trying to write a book for some time, but it's not going well. Occasionally I can hammer out a few paragraphs for a live-journal entry, but a book, well, let's just say I've never appreciated authors as much as I do now. Speaking of which, I'll have to check out Wally Lamb. If memory serves, his last book was an Oprah's Book Club selection--yes, I watch Oprah. During Jerry Springer commercials anyway...
i can tell you from experience that compulsive masturbation and beer drinking does NOTHING for your creativity. i've tried that trick many many times. oh, and sex is rarely a catalyst for inspiration either. if anything, it gives you a rare breed of tunnel vision in which fucking is all you know. and suddenly, i find myself unable to shamelessly mine my childhood like a goddamn whore.
actually, sex in period romances always seems to whet one's abilities as an artist. but even then all you do is write cruddy sonnets glorifying the (hella fake!) orgasms you have with a brooding stable boy.
i find myself unable to shamelessly mine my childhood like a goddamn whore. NO! You must continue because, since I can't remember my own, I rely on you to talk about things like tether-ball, Oregon Trail, and sharing a room with two other siblings... I can't tell you how many times your entries have brought back wonderful memories from my own past.
Let the world know that I, Thomas Big Pine, worship at the altar of marlysmullen, she who shamelessly mines her childhood like a goddamn whore!
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I wanted to devirginize you (SutroBathwise).
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I'm sure she'll understand.
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I'm glad you're alive. I've missed you!
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P.S. You really are much too kind!
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actually, sex in period romances always seems to whet one's abilities as an artist. but even then all you do is write cruddy sonnets glorifying the (hella fake!) orgasms you have with a brooding stable boy.
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NO! You must continue because, since I can't remember my own, I rely on you to talk about things like tether-ball, Oregon Trail, and sharing a room with two other siblings... I can't tell you how many times your entries have brought back wonderful memories from my own past.
Let the world know that I, Thomas Big Pine, worship at the altar of marlysmullen, she who shamelessly mines her childhood like a goddamn whore!
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hey dude, no need for fanciness. you can just call it Hotdog On A Stick like everyone else. no biggie huh?
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