Anarking

The Day After

February 15, 2010 on 9:37 pm | In Uncatagorized Bastard |

Well here it is February 15th, the day Kyle proclaimed I would no longer be adding to this blog. Yet here I am tippity typing away like a hairier, fatter, less wart chinned Carri Bradshaw with and internal narration running through my head. I can’t say its an easy undertaking this blog a day endeavor of mine but I keep it going. To prove myself to myself. To prove Kyle wrong for some still undiscovered reason. To give my friends something to read. To validate my existence as something more worthwhile than facebook and hulu.

I can’t say I like looking at a blank wordpress text box. But I can say I like thinking of what to write about today while at work or in the shower or when I am lifting heavy plates over my head. I like knowing that I am contributing to the awkwardly named blogosphere, no that’s a lie I hate contributing to it because i hate the name so much it gives me anal polyps if I dwell on it too long. I do enjoy the watching words happen and topics form. It feels like my brain is on fire as my fat fingers trip over themselves like drunken Russian hobos just to keep up. The six fingers that actually type scream, “hold up you goddamn cock sucker hold on the m is a hard key to find.” All while my brain keeps screaming, “Kick out the jams kick out the jams kick out the jams motherfuckers.” And my toes just curl and whisper, “we want no part of this.”

I love writing. I always had. Daddy Bukowski taught me the love for mingling ideas that most people normally hold inside for most of the day with metaphors, similes, literary devices and curse words. I try not to get arrested or fired and so I try to filter my mouth for most of the 14-18 hours I am awake. Sometimes it doesn’t work out too well, like this Sunday when I told a friend of mine over brunch, who is mucho preggo, that she looks like the baby is so ready to come out and I would not be surprised if there was an small arm dangling between her legs. With my blog there is no such filter its out there like Lady Gaga’s nutsack.

So yeah thanks Kyle and the rest of you who let your brains get polluted with my unfiltered prose and other preservatives on a daily basis.