July 24, 2012
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Insomnia Plus Minty Fresh Chewing Gum
I think it’s really adorable that my boyfriend becomes conscious enough to momentarily stroke my arm while I’m looking up pictures on the internet, but not conscious enough to remember that he did it.
Do you think it might be necessary to someday stage a protest while writing witty things on nametags? Because I have a crazy assortment of things in a briefcase that will someday be useful for a protest, such as bandanas and random inspirational but not-specific-to-a-cause posters, but I also have nametag stickers. “Hello, my name is FED UP WITH ALL YOUR FASCIST BULLLSHIT!!!!!”
I took apart an old issue of Ellery Queen (a 1970′s mystery magazine) to see if there was any useful lines I could use in my writer’s sketchbook. None. Not a one. I forgot that mystery novels get straight to the point and don’t play too much with pretty words “Yeah, I shot him, and I would have gotten away with it…” I gotta wonder who the hell reads mystery novels for entertainment. I’d like to think that they either have a hard-on for detectives, or they’re possibly kind of sick fucks.
