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I have been writing a blog on MySpace for about 28 months or so. Many of the over 300 entries have been less than entertaining, but when I've been called "humorless" or a "robot" on this site, it's been painful for me not to post a blog or two to indicate that I do, indeed, have a sense of humor.
Today/yesterday I posted a new blog and it seems to be getting kinda positive feedback. I'm posting it here because I'm not entirely sober and think that, just maybe, some of you might be interested in seeing what I think is funny... and how I write/create when I'm not sending PMs to y'all to play nice on RC2.
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Subject : Thursday Fiction
Posted Date: : Feb 5, 2009 2:31 PM
What do you call a day where your smoke detector starts beeping for the third day in a row? What do you call a day where you spend much of the early afternoon Photoshopping a picture of you and your friend's dog? What do you call a day where you find yourself plucking a nose hair not because it's obtrusive but because it's white?
I don't know what you call it. I call it "Thursday".
Normally I try to be humorous with things that happen to me. It's uncommon that I write something from scratch. While the following is not horribly inconsistent with what I might do, if I had suffered severe head trauma and hadn't been on a date in a while, it's still definitely in the realm of fiction. Here goes...
Today/yesterday I posted a new blog and it seems to be getting kinda positive feedback. I'm posting it here because I'm not entirely sober and think that, just maybe, some of you might be interested in seeing what I think is funny... and how I write/create when I'm not sending PMs to y'all to play nice on RC2.
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Subject : Thursday Fiction
Posted Date: : Feb 5, 2009 2:31 PM
What do you call a day where your smoke detector starts beeping for the third day in a row? What do you call a day where you spend much of the early afternoon Photoshopping a picture of you and your friend's dog? What do you call a day where you find yourself plucking a nose hair not because it's obtrusive but because it's white?
I don't know what you call it. I call it "Thursday".
Normally I try to be humorous with things that happen to me. It's uncommon that I write something from scratch. While the following is not horribly inconsistent with what I might do, if I had suffered severe head trauma and hadn't been on a date in a while, it's still definitely in the realm of fiction. Here goes...
