It really is. I've been avoiding writing for the last 4 days. I wake up every morning thinking to myself "I gotta write!" Then I make up ways to avoid doing something that I love for something I love. Interesting. They say "the hardest part of writing is beginning." They also say "it takes more energy to not do your homework than it does to do it." And course they said "why ask why? Try Bud Dry."
I'm happy to be writing this. Its been hard because I've got "From a Distance" by Bette Midler and "Idiot Boyfriend" by Jimmy Fallon stuck on loop in my head. One of those songs on their own has enough power to cripple a Yeti, so you can imagine how I feel.
The other night I had one of the strangest IM conversations I've ever had. (IM has been a contributor to me not writing) I thought it was an old high school friend of mine named Sarah. I quickly learned it was not and then proceeded to have some sort of psuedo cyber sex thing. I don't know who this is. I don't even know if it was a guy or girl. Well, read on...
ME: hello?
HER: hello?
ME: wow you actually wrote back. usually i get your away message - "fuck you, baron"
HER: this actually isnt sarah
ME: oh. well this is now awkward
HER: she was signed on on my computer
ME: ah. hope i didn't offend with my profanity. i'm very vulgar, you dont even know!
HER: its all good
ME: coo. you black?
HER: no
ME: haha, sorry. i got excited for a split second. ok i'll leave you alone
HER: lol. sorry to dissapoint
ME: its ok. we can't all be perfect
HER: im white and blond. but I guess im not your type now. well i love black stallions
ME: haha
HER: and dont tell my mom :-)
ME: i'm a stallion now. i like this
HER: i gotta say I'm picky about men. they have to be able to take it a little rough. so you better be able to back up the stallion
ME: well it depends what you mean by stallion
HER: as in hung like a
ME: hmm. well...
HER: taking a long time to think about it eh. not a good sign
(yeah people with big dicks don't think. they just blurt shit out as fast as they can -BV)
ME: i don't have much experience with other penises. but i've been told I'm a stallion. i say that because to be is to be perceived
HER: your mom doesnt count
ME: hey OOOHH (Ed McMahon).you're funny
HER: i try
ME: i'm hilarious, but you're funny
HER: not all blonds are dumb :-)
ME: never said they were (sure, they all have online chats with strange men -BV)
HER: well lets see how clever you are...can you describe yourself in a way that turns me on
ME: go ahead
HER: but only using food terms
ME: well girl (I don't even hesitate -BV)
HER: terms that have to do with food, its preperation, or its consumption
ME: i don't exactly know how you expect to to "produce" what you need, but seriously, if your oven is ready i got something for it
HER: i know it sounds cooky, BUT a really slick guy can do it
ME: make sure you preset it. it needs to be hot
HER: 3/10 so far (what is that? a score or the number of references i must make? -BV)
ME: of course I'll use a mitten. i'm always protected. but yeah you know i just wanna spread butter on you sheet girl
HER: im not good at it
ME: grease it up nice like
HER: ok now im a little too excited
ME: cause we cooking with gas. with all burners. you know, i just gotta sautee with your sauce, but don't worry
HER: theres something about the thought of a marble statue and food that makes me really turned on. (Yeah, put an apron on Michaelangelo's David and she will cream herself -BV) im too excited i need to calm down. good night
ME: my souffle won't fall
WHAT THE...?! I LAUGHED MY ASS OF AFTERWARDS!! I CAN"T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY WENT THROUGHT WITH IT! DAMN I'M GOOD!
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"my souffle won't fall."
Hilarious. Or, at least, it would be if I wasn't so creeped out right now...
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