I'm doing it again. Sitting down to write with zero idea about the destination. That's kind of a metaphor for life. We come in with no idea whats going on and figure the rest out from there. I just made my lack of preparation sound philosophical. Sometimes I'm pretty awesome at making up BS. Which is ironic because I hate lying. I tried messing with some dude on twitter because he was being a creep and I couldn't even do it. I gave my password to John and had him do it. That's seems like the logical thing to do right? Let my husband mess with a dude who's trying to hit on a married woman?
That's not even the craziest part. I have no picture on twitter. I made it anonymous on purpose so I can say whatever I want. And yet, 2 different guys have complemented my appearance based on a picture of a stuffed animal. How desperate do you need to be to hit on random married chicks with no idea what they look like? Yes, I respond to them because I'm genuinely curious what kind of person they are. The answer is polite, but creepy.
I intended to try and write a poem when I started. The inspiration didn't come. I just wanted to do something different. It's easier to ramble on about philosophy and twitter than to make a piece of art. I don't know how Kris is doing it. Lots of patience I guess.
That's not even the craziest part. I have no picture on twitter. I made it anonymous on purpose so I can say whatever I want. And yet, 2 different guys have complemented my appearance based on a picture of a stuffed animal. How desperate do you need to be to hit on random married chicks with no idea what they look like? Yes, I respond to them because I'm genuinely curious what kind of person they are. The answer is polite, but creepy.
I intended to try and write a poem when I started. The inspiration didn't come. I just wanted to do something different. It's easier to ramble on about philosophy and twitter than to make a piece of art. I don't know how Kris is doing it. Lots of patience I guess.
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