bloggers block

"let's just cuddle instead..."

Two attempted blog posts later... I have decided that I cannot get it up to blog about the two good ideas I have. I think I have bloggers block. You know, when it just doesn't feel right, it doesn't feel right and I am someone who cannot half ass a blog post. I can't half ass anything, actually. That "make 'em laugh make 'em laugh make 'em laaaaaugh" bit comes to mind, and if I can't do that, it's just not really there for me. Yes, I can express what I like, but if it's not true to me and funny or well said in the style I'd speak in, well... it just can't happen.

This is an interesting thing to happen, as I finish Paul Auster's New York Trilogy, which occasionally touches on the purity of words and the whole sign, signified relationship of words. A lamp is a lamp. Without the light bulb, is it a lamp? No. There is this whole part of one story about isolation and the formation of language as well... but I'm not here to write about Paul Auster. I probably wouldn't do that book much justice anyway. (Self praising moment: I ripped through it in two days... that felt great, it's been a long time since I've read like that). It just seemed an odd time to read about this and well, have something similar happen.

When things like this happen though, it tends me make me wonder if I've lost my spark. Perhaps it's just a moment of temporary insanity, a bizarre rush of idea waves that comes too swiftly for me to decipher what exactly is coming at me. Whatever it is, the pot of coffee is still brewing and not ready to be served yet, but I did just want to say something here.

So what's in the future for this blog? Some of the following:

*a delightfully revolting post about awful pick up lines and why men need to get a clue

*a list of words and terms that make my skin crawl and will undoubtedly have me on the floor trembling with disgust by the time it's over

*a post about why we need to put down the smart phones and get back to reality so we can stop misinterpreting each other and start paying attention (by we, I could very well end up meaning I... this might not be a relatable entry)

*why Jersey Shore is more than a joke

and who knows what else will sprout a growth in my odd mind. it's me. you never know what to expect... kind of.

Now that I've sort of kept this blog going I feel better already. We now return to our regularly scheduled conversation with Lindsey regarding cuddling, boobs, and cheese dip. Happy Labor Day. In the words of Lt. Dan, "god damn bless America".