It's 4:30pm on Monday, and I have not eaten yet today. I'm not sure if this is part of the diet or if I'm just truly, irrevocably lazy.
Milo is moving along at a steady pace. If by steady pace, I mean I erased most of what took me five months to write and decided to put in a totally new character who isn't fleshed out at all and is also going to add on another year of anguish and writer's block, then yes, Milo is a marathon runner in the last stretch.
So a friend of mine introduced me to a blog that shall remain forever nameless because of its pure awesomeness. It depressed the shit out of me and I bemoaned my stupidity and general lack of imagination for a while until I realized something.
The author of that blog is 24. I'm 23. I can so totally conquer him after I turn 24. Because everyone knows people grow older and wiser through the pure magic and sugar-candied loveliness that is a birthday. That is why we blow out birthday candles. You know how we breathe in oxygen and breathe out toxic, horrible carbon dioxide? Well, we're carbon dioxidizing our birthday wish when we blow out candles. Thereby, making it woozy and unable to think rationally. That's when we grab it by the throat and make the wish come true, with the help of rainbows and Crayola products.
And my birthday's coming up. Yes, prepare to be amazed, oh blogging world. When I turn 24, I will instantly be revamped into a cooler, wittier, much more prepared and diligent version of myself. Version 2.4.2011.
I'm going to blow on those candles until I faceplant on my cake.
............................. dumbstruck uhh un un you lost me....anyway hahaha you turning 24 man and i just 18 and i thought this was about your book that you were writing which i still dont have i dont why but my email address on yahoo is acting weird hmm ehh
ReplyDeletei have a question what if you not revamped into a cooler, witter and the rest of what you wrote?? hehehehehehehe