Ptoo! is what I say to you Indestructible icebox ostracizing my personhood Skreek! Kraww! I bend the bars and break free! So I fantasize as I huddle in the fruit shelf Refrigerators don’t even have bars Dumbass I hear only the muffled mess of mumbo jumbo outside What was that? Did she say “loaf” or “loathe”? I’d be in denial if I tried to convince myself it was anything Anything other...
Oh yeah, uh...
about that whole “rethinking how I did blogging” thing… Let’s just file that away in the FUCK IT cabinet for the time being, which includes but is not limited to forgotten dreams. Double entendres make for shockingly diverse cabinet contents, though I happen to think “abandoned dreams” and “things I would fuck” fit quite nicely together.
I feel so ridiculous posting with an audience of one person, is this part of the natural life cycle of a blog? With my last tumblr I just kinda followed people/reblogged crud and they’d follow me back out of what was presumably common courtesy, which is why I want to do it differently this time. I suppose I’ll just kinda treat this as a cathartic little outlet, as having one of those...
Oh shit, that's right
I should probably post something along the lines of “Yo Shelby, it’s the freshly made tumblr of that Dylan guy from the con!” …except much more suave, nonchalant than that, all cool-like. Gotta keep up my image with the ladies. It’s all about the image.
As I slap this proverbial pony on the ass so that...
I am just going to go ahead and say that lobstering is objectively the worst experience any individual (in their right mind or otherwise) might be unfortunate enough to find themselves having, and that anyone who stumbles upon this blog through their passion for lobstering alone has my condolences. While I am aware that this post will inevitably cause me to lose out on the massive fishing...