Well hot damn. I'm seething with hunger, because if I set my daughter down, she'll cry. I can't make food one handed. I can only type, because I'm currently bouncing her in a car seat. She has a bouncy seat, but she threw up in it. Too gross to set her in after I just gave her a bath. I mean, what else are you supposed to do with someone who is covered in vomit? I can't do laundry today. It's a sad day indeed when you can't do laundry.
Fucking a. There's a massive amount of snot in my nose, which reminds me again that I'm hungry. Don't ask me why. Causation does not equal correlation. Fucking wrists hurt from typing this shit. Can't seem to do anything as long as the kid is awake. I think she may have calmed her tits. Going to see if I can make some breakfast.
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Sunday, August 3, 2014
Brain (F)arts
Fuck! Woke up mid day, with no motivation. All my muscles ache, and I like to write these sort of things to get my brain juices flowing. Brain Juice! Everybody's got it. They say that everyone has the potential to be creative. The real creative people work on it every day. Just like I am doing now. I know that I don't have too many problems with grammar and all that jazz. Certainly not spelling anyway. The thing that irks me though, is that I think that a lot of what I write simply does not make sense. It's like putting a puzzle together, and sort of thumbing the pieces, word pieces if you will, thumbing them into place. Some times the colors match. In fact, most of the time the colors match. But the puzzle doesn't always look right to me in the end. At least not to me anyway.
Scratch that analogy. Writing is more like art. When I write, it can be a bit abstract, but I don't do it that way on purpose. Some artists, like Picasso for instance, painted like shit, but he knew the proper technique. Like he had the ability to paint really nice realistic stuff, but it was rare that he did, because that's just not what he was into. It's not what gave him a boner. He wanted people to look at his shitty paintings, and say "Look at all the work he put into painting that shit." He was so skilled though, that it sold. And on some level, you could tell that he put an ass ton of work into these paintings. Regardless of whether it looked like shit.
Scratch that analogy. Writing is more like art. When I write, it can be a bit abstract, but I don't do it that way on purpose. Some artists, like Picasso for instance, painted like shit, but he knew the proper technique. Like he had the ability to paint really nice realistic stuff, but it was rare that he did, because that's just not what he was into. It's not what gave him a boner. He wanted people to look at his shitty paintings, and say "Look at all the work he put into painting that shit." He was so skilled though, that it sold. And on some level, you could tell that he put an ass ton of work into these paintings. Regardless of whether it looked like shit.
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