1. Saturday, May 17, 2003

    im probably the most misunderstood person in america 

    good thing about the blog is people can try to connect the dots and the dots here dont jump around like the verbal word does or the wandering hand.

    moxies about to pick me up and take me to the tsar show. mc brown should be there. my old pal aj.

    maybe carlisa, maybe jeanine, maybe katie hall and her handsome beaux.

    maybe ian and grumman and some of the fine fresh fellows from my past.

    i need to jump in the shower but i need to write to you, girl who claims to be my 3242343th fan.

    theres no single class that you can take to learn how to write better. i say take them all.

    better yet, if youre in college, write for the newspaper. and dont listen to one word that teachers say that are mean.

    listen, but dont take it personally. you are not your grammar, youre not your spelling, youre not your short stories, you are not your poems.

    we know this is true because when someone writes you and says oh that was a great story, you must be a great person, you say, no, its just a story, you dont really know me. same goes when people see good pictures of us, get kissed by us, or like our hair.

    so the reverse is true. if they say negative things, dont stop writing. write more.

    you are a person with stories to tell so tell them and fuck those unknown motherfuckers.

    if youre not in college write several times a day in your blog and show your innermost thoughts.

    make up deadlines for yourself. i have a deadline of 10am PST, 1pm PST and 6pm PST. good news is i dont always have to hit my deadlines, and its not so much a have-to as it is a get-to.

    i get to say hi to everyone several times a day, i think thats so incredible.

    hi everyone.

    i get to have some ideas get from my head to your screen to your head. sometimes you understand. sometimes you dont.

    kristin from mad pony never seems to understand me.

    maybe its cuz shes a southerner.

    they can be a little, you know, slow.

    what i dont understand are people who you can say nice things to every day, and then the one day you make a little joke and they think youre serious.

    people of earth: i am never serious.

    unless im saying nice things.

    nite, everyone.

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