Yoyoyo peeps! It’s November, and what that means is it’s time for me to attempt and fail at National Blog Posting Month. I’m actually hoping it’ll jar me back to reality and get me to writing more. Or again. Whatever man, don’t judge me! I’m in the midst of an emotional crisis. It’s never-ending, apparently. APPARENTLY. Maybe one night, again, at some point in the future, some day, I’ll not cry myself to sleep. Fingers crossed!
I’m actually working on several posts that will hopefully be finished this month. Except that Uncouth Heathen Back to School Guide. I think I better just give up on that one since it’s no longer back to school season and who gives a shit anymore about my hot tips on pen selection and who not to sleep with during that first week of your freshman year. No one, that’s who. Because you’ve already bought the wrong pens and you’ve slept with all the wrong people and you’re over it.
Instead, I’m working on my long overdue follow-up to those pesky Armageddon posts. At some point I’ll finish the books I’m reading about what love is and why we search for it and how to keep it alive. Not that I know anything about it, obviously. But that’s why I’m doing the research and passing someone else’s information on to you. Not my own, with the exception of learning from your mistakes and failures and I have no shortage of those. I’m all mistakes and failures. If you didn’t know that already, you just wait. YOU JUST WAIT. Hoo boy, you’re in for a treat. You’ll be feeling really good about yourselves after this month is over.
Also, I’m going to talk about my future plans which include grad school and the Peace Corps and seeing Brandi Carlile and/or Robyn in concert on November 21st. There will be relationship updates and therapy updates and discussions about literature. You’re my new surrogate wife, Internet, and we’re going to have a long and beautiful life together.
I’ll see you tomorrow…and we’re going to talk about whose turn it is to take out the garbage and I’ll give you a hint. It’s yours.