Going cuckoo in the loo
How ironic is it that I'm having mental constipation over the fact that I'm supposed to be writing about chronic constipation?
See, this is what I am looking for in a job --- the experience of actually living and breathing it. Immersing myself in...yet to be excreted shit of a brain.
Funny that I get a job that requires me to write...especially when I'm in the middle of an excruciating writer's block.
Look at me. I can only write sentences one at a time. I've lost my power over paragraphs! Okay that's three sentences now. Four. Okay five, is this a paragraph now?
See, this is what I am looking for in a job --- the experience of actually living and breathing it. Immersing myself in...yet to be excreted shit of a brain.
Funny that I get a job that requires me to write...especially when I'm in the middle of an excruciating writer's block.
Look at me. I can only write sentences one at a time. I've lost my power over paragraphs! Okay that's three sentences now. Four. Okay five, is this a paragraph now?
1 Comments:
Well since you mentioned constipation. Here's a hillarious (albeit disturbing) story of "Bob" the anal fissure.
Enjoy ;-)
http://www.zug.com/scrawl/analbob/analbob2.html
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