Have you ever had that feeling during an important meeting like you’re not sure why you were all called together or why you are there? Like when you are called together for a meeting but then the organizer and everyone else you would normally recognize isn’t there, so you just sit there as a group and raise eyebrows at each other, wondering who everyone around the table is until someone finally says something like “well.. i’ll guess i’ll start us off.” Yeah. So long story short I walked into the wrong meeting room and accidentally took part in a meeting about frogs.
I wasn’t brave enough to step out of the meeting once we got going. Learned a lot.
You know that moment when you’re really feeling something, and you’re so full of emotion you want to hash out your feelings with someone else and hope they’ll validate your feelings, so you decide to share it and you walk up and try to talk to someone about it, and they’re like, giving you that concerned eyebrow shuffle on their face, like they’re concerned for your well being? Yeah. I’m right there, right now. About waffles. I am full of waffle-love, and have no one to share it with. I am not in close proximity to waffles or waffle-making technology, so I’m just stuck here on lonely waffle island, wanting them, waiting, hoping a ship made out of waffle will pass by.
Thanks to some positive feedback, I decided to set about doing some creative writing this evening, only to realize after an hour or so that the story I was working on was completely devoid of any real plot, progression, structure or characters. It was a story about socks.
This is what I have chosen to do with my life, apparently.
I had my recurring dream last night where Chewbacca is my roommate in college, and is always giving me b.s. excuses on why he can’t unclog the hair from the shower drain. I don’t even get what you are saying half the time, bro.
Sometimes I think it would be cool if everyone wore sombreros. Then I realize how awkward it would be peeing in the men’s room while your sombrero is touching another dude’s sombrero.
CURRENTLY RIDING THE EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER CREATED BY DOWNING A HALF-DOZEN PEPSI MAX AND CHASING IT WITH A FEEDBAG-SIZED SACK OF SWEET TARTS IN THE COURSE OF AN HOUR. EVERYTHING IS SLOWING DOWN. I THINK I MIGHT BE IN THE MATRIX.