n'est pas

I remember back when I used to update this thing daily, that was back before blogger got bought out and required you to submit an unrelated email as you username, back when I had IDEAS and didn't spend half of Saturday accidently watching Dances With Wolves and solely communicating via text messages. I was going to leave the house tonight but everything is AVN-related, which last year meant porn clowns and the year before meant breaking a bottle of vanilla vodka on the concrete at eight o'clock in the morning. This year will remain decidedly more chill, or sanitary I guess too. I hate this city with the passion of a thousand unyielding tire fires.
This morning I woke up early and went to kickboxing, tomorrow I wake up early to help (or hinder, depending on how heavy the lifting is) a friend with a yard sale. That's the weekend. That's all there is to it. I keep waking up with short stories in my head. They get dumber as the day goes on, without fail. I'm glad I haven't been writing them down.
I'm jealous of diarists who can keep this up on the daily, on the twice and three times daily. I'm going to get a better camera. I'm going to lose another ten pounds. I'm going to update, dammit, whether you like it or not.