the more traffic i get, the more scared i get to post on my blog. this is stupid, i realize, but at the same time, i used to just get drunk and post whatever. that’s fine i guess but no one was fucking reading it and now i’m like, “FUCKKK I DON’T WANT TO WRITE ANYTHING STUPID” even though that’s the only reason i’m here today. cause i wrote about stupid shit, well… i guess i must have written the stupid shit well, right? the other problem is there are only like 3 themes i am heated up enough to write about today— sex, my dad and some trash-act from the other night. the first two, i’m just like, GIRL YOU EXHAUSTED THAT SHIT and the third, well, you know it’s not polite to get mad rude about people on the internet that could probably easily identify themselves even though they deserve to be called out as a fucking trollop… but i’m not really into waging wars.
i like how i put together a structured outline for a meeting & my boss immediately trips out, says he “doesn’t know” 90% of what i need him to tell me about his business and “has to go to lunch”. cool. guess i’ll get back to fucking around on the internet now.
I had a very elaborate dance sequence in my dream last night and I distinctly remember there being a banner in the arena that said "TANGENTS & THYME". Someone was pulling me through the place by the arm but I remember pointing at it and going "heeeeeey, wait a minute...(person yanking me) but someone's stealing Marissa's gaaaaaame"
or maybe it was me sponsoring a simon & garfunkel show, complete with comedic interludes from yours truly? and maybe they only sing “scarborough fair”?