I can’t blog yet.
No, this isn’t blogging, what I’m doing right now. What this is, this … okay, remember when you got your first day planner? Maybe right as you graduated high school, or perhaps college. Maybe your parents bought it for you, maybe you got one for yourself because it made you feel important, grown-up and ready to dryhump the world into little bite-sized pieces. Most likely you didn’t have anything to actually PLAN yet. But the rich leatheryscented leatherlike nonleather was meant to contain information.
You couldn’t just leave it blank.
No.
So you flipped it open and carefully, importantly, made a notation as to what day was your birthday.
Then you probably leaned back, admired your work, and mimicked telling your assistant that the CEO of Berkshire Hathaway was just going to have to fuck off on July 27th because that was your goddamned birthday.
S’what I’m doing right now. Putting a thing in another thing that was meant to contain things. Which is also rumored to have been the title of Too $hort’s first album before he decided to get all dirty.
