Everyone gather ’round….
If you are actually reading this, then you are me. if you are not me, then I am flattered, surprised, and offended. please respect my privacy and continue reading. I had a very busy, very producing, very tiring last couple of days, and I can tell you(me) that it feels good. For a long time, I have been working my ass off for no real creative outlet other than that of my employer(s). Do not get me(you) wrong, I enjoy the work I(you) have been doing, but there is something different, something special(me), something more rewarding about writing and producing and collaborating on personal work.
This is not, and should not be, of any note. It is just what i was thinking about 20 seconds ago and now I am thinking something completely new. It’s this: "blaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrepopjo sapllwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwouiorwiyuiuuuiuiujd" Don’t ask me what that means, because that would be weird to ask yourself a question out loud. Have you ever noticed how that always happens in movies? The answer is yes, because I know your thoughts, because you’re me, idiot. Sorry, I mean, I’m the idiot, not you(me), but me(you). That bothers me in movies. It’s like every thought a character has, when alone, is expressed verbally …in words. I don’t think I even think in words. (see above) I mean I am not sure. I really don’t know. Really! I can’t understand the language my thoughts are formed in. It makes thinking very difficult. I am sure if I verbalized my thoughts more when I was alone for the benefit of an audience, I would be a more concise, effective communicator. …
Dear Diary,
You don’t exist. I know this because i do not own a diary and I have never written in one (at least not my own). Have you met my blog? She’s nice, you should really get to know her, but sadly you can’t. You don’t exist.
Love,
Me(you)
