What more then a man with horrid grammar, uses spell check more often then he could remember, and a persistent on again off again relationship with writing could ever ask for? could always use a blog, right?
with my ever increasing reclusive behavior, and poor attempts to severing ties with my new love, my laptop, a 60,000 word goal and about 70 percent left to go on an attempt to write a book. where could one man venture to relieve the mind from the mundane tasks of work in the after noon to staying up to sun rise pouring his mind and soul into a structure that could be called a story. YouTube? Facebook? and lets not mention the darker more perverse crevices of the internet in which saving myself from embarrassment I will deny any accusations on ever clicking on such silly things. and lets not mention that one forum where you cant talk about it. I grew tired of them all.
But at last we go to the wondrous world of blogging where a man such as I can look back and say "wow a whole paragraph Truett Really man move on.... is there such thing as a run on paragraph. nope? Truett just invented one, and you capitalized a random word that's not a proper noun. WTH!" where a man could feel accepted by having more then 2 'likes'. where a man could express himself in hopes of feeling different and unique and so people can tell him "you are a beautiful snowflake different from everyone else." "your special and liked." when we all know your not. I'm not so what makes you so damn special. no this will not be one of those blogs. It could be I'm not exactly sure yet on what to turn this into. Who knows you may be lucky to get a few of my poems maybe a toss of what I'm writing. maybe one day I might accidently click the blogger icon instead of play on those websites I would never go to, And see the stuff I would never watch.
Or what would be fun is if I ever acquire a love then be destroyed by a heart breaking break up because I masturbated on the futon again farted in front of her father and drunkenly hit on her mother at the Christmas family get together. or obstaned from bathing on my week of vacation that I took because that new awesome video game came out.
But alas I must say I'm really not like that. I don't masturbate because Jesus says its naughty farting in front of her father would be silly but were fucking men if he gets offended by it then my bad yo I'm still porking your daughter. and if your mothers Zooey Deschanel then never fear, my lady, I only have eyes for you. and finaly I never bathe. I shower in the tears of my enemies.
Oh crap I got distracted and i think there was a run on sentence in there maybe two. oh well too far away from it and I don't feel like clicking.
Any ways If that was to ever occur then you might get to read about me being emo. maybe grow some sort of emo comb-over hair do listen to horrid music about being a but hurt teenager when your a 30 year old man. (you know who you are!) and you can see me cry on my webcam.
but wait! That wont happen either! Or will it? stay tuned little ones in the mean time you get to hear me rant about Jesus and stuffs. but for the sake of organization you will have to wait till the next post maybe tonight probably.
