For the last hour and a half, I have tried to blog. In the last hour and a half, I have accomplished anything, BUT blogging. Wordpress is not as user friendly as I thought it would be. Blogger.com... Ugh... Just too damn impatient for that one. And seeing as I'm on my blackberry instead on a PC, things aren't always compatible.
I want to blog. I currently read a few people's blogs. I find them interesting. Even if this turns in to my very own, very uninteresting public journal, I still want to do it. I had something I wanted to write about... But that was over an hour and a half ago. Frustrated and a little high from the pain pill I took, I don't know if I want to write it anymore. Not tonight, anyway. But would it be a waste not to? I mean shit, I just spent a LONG ass time trying to start a blogging website so that I could tell the world how positive I am!! Can't you hear it in my tone of words?? I'm fucking positive!!
...Positively tired.
I think writing during my stages of delirium is an excellent idea. I really do. There are some fucked up things that happen to the nerves, or whatever, that are connecting the brain to the physical and psychological reactions that come about during these times. If only there were surveillance tapes on me and a few of my friends. Man o man... We're weird. Delirium is a drug. It's a hallucinogen. And I'm tired.
I want to blog. I currently read a few people's blogs. I find them interesting. Even if this turns in to my very own, very uninteresting public journal, I still want to do it. I had something I wanted to write about... But that was over an hour and a half ago. Frustrated and a little high from the pain pill I took, I don't know if I want to write it anymore. Not tonight, anyway. But would it be a waste not to? I mean shit, I just spent a LONG ass time trying to start a blogging website so that I could tell the world how positive I am!! Can't you hear it in my tone of words?? I'm fucking positive!!
...Positively tired.
I think writing during my stages of delirium is an excellent idea. I really do. There are some fucked up things that happen to the nerves, or whatever, that are connecting the brain to the physical and psychological reactions that come about during these times. If only there were surveillance tapes on me and a few of my friends. Man o man... We're weird. Delirium is a drug. It's a hallucinogen. And I'm tired.
G.night.
'G' DOT night. ... Wow. That's gangsta text, if ya akkks me.
5.21.11 12:55am
