May 5, 2008
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Posted by Pare under "Work", Babbling, Talking to Myself, Writing | Tags: boooooooring, writing that could and should be better, yeah I don't really know what I'm talking abt either |I’m sitting here. I’m supposed to be working. I’m not fucking working.
Tomorrow I’ll be yelling at myself. If I have enough time. Then I’ll be stuck in here again. Doing nothing.
I know this wall in front of my face, and the one jutting off of it intimately. I know the crappy death-trap dryer right on the other side. I know the dirty feet marks hidden beneath the desk. I know the cheap raised bump-bump-bump of the particle board. A thousand of them, perfect for lifting up the back of your shirt and rubbing against, scratching out an all-over itch so delicious it’s almost perverted.
(Look. Now I’m admitting I rub the walls with my body. It’s like I have no humiliation left whatsoever. Thanks, blog.)
Wait. I have a point. Or rather, I did.
I know this place. Where I stare at nothing. Words-words-words in my head. Erasing before I allow anything down through my fingertips. Feels so bloody melodramatic.
I have to remind myself. Get a grip. It’s just goddamn writing.
May 5, 2008 at 8:40 pm
Sarah, you are amazing; blatantly right up front, humorous, too!
May 5, 2008 at 8:55 pm
Whenever I have a hard time coming up with topics to write about, I sit in my room and try to relax using an old trick; I picture the object of my angst in their underwear.
So picture your room in it’s underwear……Wow, I just tried it, and my room is HOT……Wheeeeeeeeeew……….I gotta go……
May 5, 2008 at 8:59 pm
Molson, for what, the eleventy hundredth time now? You’re disgusting.
Hey! Maybe you’ll have a dream abt my little room now!
May 5, 2008 at 11:21 pm
Oh sheesh, you are cracking my ass up right now.
And for what it’s worth, I didn’t work today either.
Or at least not much.
May 6, 2008 at 3:21 am
When I started my silly little blog I swore I’d never censor myself. I can’t tell you how many times over the years I’ve regretted that because I’ve humiliated myself only in about a million different posts, and I can’t even write nearly as well as you!
And I love being melodramatic. It’s such fun!
May 6, 2008 at 6:55 am
Im thinking a mental health day is in order. There is nothing like it for jumpstarting things. In fact, I was just having that same thought as I stared at the lovely green of the plant on my desk, and how it clashed with the otherworldly green of my felt lined cubicle. *sigh*.
May 6, 2008 at 9:02 am
I plan on humiliating myself on my blog later today, so we can be kindreds!
May 6, 2008 at 2:40 pm
I’d rub myself on just about anything to get that perfect scratch.
May 6, 2008 at 7:50 pm
ahhh thank you!
get to work!
i so sympathize. this is me every single fucking day.
May 6, 2008 at 10:35 pm
Hey…I worked on my fucking blog today…Judas and I are up to our asses in “phrasing” it is terrible when the world slips the other way too…and work ends up in the blog.
You did a much better job!
May 7, 2008 at 3:48 am
i don’t know a lot about a lot. but this? definitely not just goddamn writing.
what is up with wisconsin girls?!
May 7, 2008 at 11:11 pm
Oh I am right there with you. Which sounds even more perverted but sadly my walls are not rough enough to scratch any itches. I’m just sitting at my computer getting a hemorroid and riding the delete button as if it were a remote control.