I Really Need to Get Better at this...

Ya know...

Going back to the "Folks Who Know Me" routine, well, they know that I am not a fan of writing. I never have been. A likely cause is that I think and talk a hell of a lot faster than I can write or type. I have actually been told that when I slow down and THINK (no Laughing from the GR Theatre people), that I actually do rather well at writing. I am, however, a great analyzer and editor. You maybe be wondering at this exact moment what is the point of this paragraph is, and the point is that I am too lazy and don't update this thing like I should.

It's really funny, the amount of crap I could have written in this Blogger-Journal would be great. Let's see, in the span of a month, I could have written about the Moose becoming a socialist (ya, I know, it scares me too), the title of my next book "The Single Moose, a Guide to Mating...Yourself", followed by the short story "The Heathen Dean's Club: A Story of Theatre and Mass Idiocy", but really, I think my favorite is the work on my next album called "Fuck You, Financial Aid Bitches" (notice it's Bitches, not Beotch, I am doing a Rock Album). I am sure there are more stories to write about, I'll just have to remember them.

Maybe it's times like these I should more seriously delve into song writing. I come up with great ideas, and I do understand how some song writers write when they are pissed. Its so freaking easy to write when in a blind rage, however, in the shower it just comes out "You Fucking Bitch, I hate you, hate you, broke my heart, crushed my soul..." and all that rotten over-done stuff, over-emoted, non-sensical, broken-hearted crap-ola. Not to mention, Death Chords work great for this type of material.

Anyhow, it's late at night, I will get back to you soon!

Stuck in my own personal Mooseville....

PS... In the period of this night, I am reminded, that my luck with women totally and utterly is frustrating... Chuck another awesome chick into the married column... Grr..