pretend blogging

i am pretend blogging (typing on camera for b-roll) right now this is what pretend blogging reads like i think it just might be my greatest and latest masterpiece my nose is dripping snot i just sniffled on camera im sure that was a masterpiece too rob is hanging the mirror in my face (to bounce more light on my face) right now and it’s falling to pieces all the paper behind it (shitty antique mirror) before this we swung on some swings out there with this gene guy who barely even spoke to me and yet we are supposed to be a couple lol?

I jumped off four times.

This isn’t work this is play. Ok it’s work. But it is awesome work. Each jump was shitty in it’s own special way, too far, not enough air, was that even a jump or a step off? lol.

I look old and fat.

That’s a wrap.

Free to comment free of registration now. I was seriously taking a blogging siesta but then I calmed down and learned that my yfrog account wasn’t deleted. It’s just that there is ALWAYS someone waiting to fuck with me, willing and waiting and ready and whether it was real or imagined, I just had it with technology and how much of a hold it has on our lives and thought I might effect some IRL change I dunno and at the very least get a lot of my book finished. I will still be taking breaks, I don’t know why I have to go cold turkey on things though, I’m quite stubborn. The second I declared a blogging strike someone registered a stupid user name for my blog “Username:
Journey – E-mail: whywoulduputthatshitonarm@anytime.com” Seriously do you wake up and sleep to losers as much as I do in your field of work??? I have competitors so I can’t afford to take a break right meow otherwise I’d nuke this thing.