07.19.2004 - 6:10 p.m.
Whenever I come across someone's
web journal where they announce a writing hiatus, I go through
a helpless mix of embarrassing reactions:
Like, who cares, man? I
can't believe you assume I'm just, like, haaaanging around online
waiting for you to update
[except I am, sort of], and stuff. I'm not, like, some GROUPIE
or something [except I am, just a little bit].
Is "hiatus" some
fancy word for "I'm taking time off to shag Colin Farrell
until he needs a dick transplant"? If so, I hate you.
NOOOO! What will I do? What
will I read? COME BAAAACK!
On a less pathological note,
I also think to myself, wow, this person has people who actually
care whether or not his/her words are tossed out to sea on a
regular basis. Such a person should feel blessed, really.
Does it sound presumptuous
as all hell to say that's how I feel? Well, fuck it, and fuck
my self-consciousness that wants to hide under a rock and cover
these words with "I know I do suck and all," and "Despite
my horrendous suckage", and "Did I mention the
part where I suck", because I DO feel blessed for the fact
that you've been reading. Thank you.
I'm going to take a break from
posting written entries for a while. If you're interested in
the why, I'm not really sure how to explain without sounding
completely retarded. How about this: if life's a box of chocolates,
the truth is sometimes you get stuck with that dark-coated fucker
with the gross pink shit inside, and you shouldn't chew with
your mouth open while you're choking it down, because really,
no one wants to see that.
(Did I just seriously use cherry
nougat as a bad metaphor, resulting in a message both
obscure and melodramatic? Diaryland needs a gong!)
I'm like Carl in Fargo, though
("Oh, fuck it, I don't have to talk either, man! See
how you like it. Just total fuckin' silence. Two can play at
that game, smart guy. We'll just see how you like it. Total silence."),
so instead of retiring to my "hiatus" with quiet dignity,
I think I'll be posting photos now and then. Because that's the
way, uh huh, uh huh, I like it (uh huh uh huh).
Thanks again for reading, and
I'll talk to you soon. MWAH!
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