i read somewhere that every book has at least one great line. i found Wonder When You’ll Miss Me‘s great line this afternoon on page 178, “How many quiet things could fill you up before you overflowed with them.”
yes, i stumbled upon this today when i am filled up with my own quiet things. perhaps that’s why i think it’s so great. today i’ve spent much time wondering if i give too much, reveal too much. while at the same time, so many secrets and problems that don’t belong to me are rolling around inside. there is so much that i cannot write about here. so much that i feel regarding issues i will not discuss. it’s tougher than you might think.
and then because it really takes three things to develop a theme, bonny sent me a ny times article about bloggers who reveal too much. so, this has given me even more to think about. and all i really want to do is go lay down in bed and get lost in my book again.
I am SO GRATEFUL that you spell my name the way Mom spelled it. Most people don’t even see that little detail.
I firmly believe that you will have official shared too much when you post the picture of you masturbating and eating ice cream at the same time…
Care to share too much?
I can’t post squat on my blog. Once it was up and running I was way too excited about it. I told everyone. So now all you see out there is a bunch of boring crap like when I last mowed the lawn. I can’t post any feelings except only the most vague descriptions like if today sucked or not. I certainly can’t go into any details as to the level of suckage. That makes for one damn boring blog. I’m thinking I’ll be starting a new one and will make sure to be much more descrete about it. But that’s me.
Jeff, it just means you have to do more EXTREME things! Jump off a plane with only a backup parachute and 50 dufflebags filled with catsup! Drive to Vegas and grab a handful of casino chips off the blackjack tables and run for the exit; The resulting stories of prison sodomy, and associated therapy from such, should fuel the blogs for years! Shoot a man just to watch him die (when I mean “man” I of course mean “inanimate object” and when I say “die” I mean “vividly imagine if it were some person you really, really hated”.) Go to a “drive thru” in the middle of the night wearing only a hat.
Just some suggestions, I may have to try some of them seeing as how my internet mail seems to be fubar.
GRR….
Yeah, take pictures of yourself naked, masturbating, and post them! Write about killing somebody even if it isn’t true. Satchels of catsup, that’s a terrific idea. And, good luck on the ‘ol career.
Apparently I forgot to place “sarcasm alerts” in my last few comments. For the record; I was mocking the ridiculous acts comitted and explained away by a description of “EXTREME”.
I know I’m like a God to some people here, but allow me to be silly sometimes: I’m only a sanctimonious asshole 300 days out of the year…
>>BONG, WHOOP-WHOOP —SARCASTIC COMMENT BELOW— WHOOP-WHOOP, BONG>BONG, WHOOP-WHOOP —SARCASTIC COMMENT ABOVE— WHOOP-WHOOP, BONG
And I’d also like to let the record show that my request was for pictures of JODI masturbating and eating ice cream. There was no request for nudity. A facial expression would have done it. Nudity doesn’t add to the mystery; even a “stalking creep” knows THAT… Sheesh…