Pointless Practice Post

I just am really fond of alliteration. I would like to write a screen play or stage play with at least one character who is totally tongue tied to alliteration. A manic man, meaner than most, mindlessly mumbling meaningless metaphors notably on pop culture. (Shoot, what word that starts with Q should replace culture?)

I think my mother smoking wile I was inutero is the culprit. Perhaps I was dropped on my noggin. I know I hit a lot. Milk allergy? Naw, not interesting enough.

If you want to be a writer, write. So I am practicing stream of consciousness while procrastinating and rationalizing it with “I’m cold!” Cold mornings come about this time of year, every year. Should not at all surprised nor unprepared.

Just the same as biting my tongue, which I did with wreckless abandon yesterday to the level of not just drawing blood but actual sustained BLEEDING! In only a few days my tongue will have been in my mouth and in use for forty seven years. ( I will only be 46 but you know, the whole, been alive for one year before turning one blah blah blah) You would think that after all that time I would be used to it being in there and used to using and keeping out of the way. (crap – this topic is torn ‘tween  tentatively tolerant to a total thralldom for alteration. I hate being unprepared.)

Do you know if you do a google search for “2008 General Election Ballot” because you are as “stupid and retarded” as I am (yes, I am quoting someones expression of me due to my political and voting opinions) you will find sample ballots from different states that do not show all the same folks running for the big dog seat? Then again, it could just be me not being bright enough to find it.

Fresh ground coffee. A luxury I can afford since I am now having a roommate move into what was supposed to be my massage room.  Nothing like a constant, moving, eating, breathing, speaking, perambulating reminder of failure to make it easier to enjoy.

Practice session over. Time to feed creatures I cannot find anyone to adopt, then off to phone pirate my way through another day.

Ant-Knee

PS – Did I tell you about seeing the Oscar Meyer Wiener mobile? Just parked there on the side of the road with a group of people and their cameras a around it.  The one time I do not have with me my phone that at least one half of the reason I chose to get was the quality of camera in it. Then again, a real camera would be good too. Oh well – should have been a more exciting story. Sorry. Does it help that I was on my way to and from fast food drive through when I saw it? Ya know, some kind of irony maybe? No? Yea, no.