Muy Liberating

Since I have no privacy on Facebook and even in my own blog where anyone can come see what I’ve written, I can safely comment in other blogger’s comments sections, where I can say things I can’t talk about on my own fb page and in my own blog.  I need to be open in my blog and Facebook account because I’m selling a book.  It wouldn’t make sense for me to not advertise them.

But in other blogger’s comments sections, I can say I think the maintenance man’s cute and I want to sex him, or that I hate this one, and that this one stinks and has quite a large head, or that I stink because I haven’t taken a shower in four days.  It’s muy liberating to be able to do this.

So I want to give a shout out to all my lovely bloggers who have hosted my plaints in their comments.

All I need to worry about is someone super stalking me, by following all the blogs that I follow – holy shit I’d be fucked right about then.

The Vomitus of my Mind

Bloggers speak of writer’s block.  It happens, especially when you have spouses, children, mortgages, cats, dogs, ferrets, migraines, sex lives, warrants.  While I do have a job, hobbies and a social life, I don’t have that other stuff, just the occasional mouse running around my apartment that I like to feed.  Soon I anticipate more going on so who knows how often I’ll be in here.

But up ‘til now, of course the fuck I’ve been able to post regularly!  What else have I got going on…sigh…

So you are it, friends!  Until that next piece of –  I mean – until that next fine, fine person comes along – who’m I kiddn’, I’m pushing the envelope, I’m old as shit, my day is done, my coins are tossed, the jig is up, well is dried, cookies fried –

— Friends, I’ve seen it all, I’ve tasted wine, and not forgotten.  I’ve loved, I’ve lived I’ve laughed, I’ve danced the dance and tweaked my consciousness.  I’ve felt, I’ve licked, I’ve spat, I’ve chewed, I’ve ea-ten off, of every sur-face, but now, more o-d-ious, more hi-de-ous, is I just vo-mi-ted in Word Press. 

Have Some of My Ass Cake

 

The pictures my sister took of me look like ass.  I asked her to please not post them on fb.  Oh, oh, but I’m just waiting for this one that she has to cyber-process or whatever that technical thing you non-Luddites do to turn a picture taken from an IPhone or a Uphone whatever, and transroll it into an email to send to me.  It is a picture of my ass – no not naked.  I’m wearing pants.  ‘Memba, I said I wanted to take a picture of it to see how big it was after eating all that cake?  Aw man you didn’t read my post did you?  That’s okay.  But when she finishes processing, depending on how I feel about it, I’ll post it!  ‘kay?

[No transition whatsoever]

When I started blogging I thought all I had to do was write, lay back and collect followers.  Whew!  Blogging is a lot of damn work.  I had no motherfucking idea!  I also had no idea that it’s a community, a community of distinct personalities.  I didn’t know there’d be so many of you out there.  I went on the blog to tell people about my book, but it’s turned out to be fun!  I’ve met some groovy people whose blogs I really dig.  I don’t ever have to go out and socialize again – I can stay totally hermetically sealed in my apartment talking to you all in here forever…