This blogging thing is hard. Boy, I'm going to have to hire an assistant or something. Or maybe I'm going to need to do something besides eat, work, shit. I get a shower in there; I'm not a freakin' ape, ya know. If I were an ape, this would be some miraculous shit right now, blogging. Certainly, if an ape was able to blog, it would be fascinating. If I woke up in the morning to find myself transformed into an ape, I'd be scared. Eventually, I'd feel pretty awesome and go to the store for a banana run. I could work as a body guard or night club bouncer. I would then pay my way to through law school and represent animal actors.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 06, 2012
I can't think of anything interesting to post. This blog is running on fumes. I guess that means that I'm running on fumes. It isn't for a lack of interesting things that I've done or seen, or smelt. I guess it just means that I feel like I'm old news, tired, whatever. Poor me.
I love all my current bloggies. I do, however, miss having certain old blog friends come around. It's the nature of the blogosphere, I suppose. I miss the golden years of this blog. There was a time before: when I didn't have cancer, family members weren't dead, and I still looked young. That time of blogging was rather fun for me. I would do off the wall posts, show passion, or go on a rant. That was a time of having crushes on pixelated expressions of other people and their ideas. I think I'm in it now for the companionship. Blogging is just like a marriage when it gets old--do it twice a month and on holidays.
I guess I'm just feeling a bit down at the moment. I'll get over it.