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complaynts, a book of one acts about my mom to whom i am so so sorry ahead of time

Am I a bad son if I just had a preposterous conversation with my mom and wrote it almost simultaneously in script form on my computer?  How will I ever be able to invite her to the debut of my magnum opus which was copied, verbatim, from a painful yet absolutely ridiculous conversation?  How can I ever allow her to see any of my work which is inspired by the pain she has given me?  I don’t have to defend her here, I know she’s great and we love each other, but when some golden nuggets of her maddening neuroses come along, am I wrong to mine it for its dramatic richness even as it transpires?  You know what, if she jokes to me one more time about how I have to include her in my Oscar acceptance speeches, “because look at all of these other guys who thank their moms, isn’t that interesting!” i swear i’m going to write a fucking play about a mother who says preposterous things, even as she says them!

tumblr wednesday

not so great

Holy shit

my first tumblr tuesday
everything is changed

ok, i’m over it, no more talking about blogs on my blog. in fact, no more easily decipherable thoughts for a while. i’ve already ruined my whole blog, fuck FUCK

fuck blogs

this is why i have never been able to just start and keep a blog.  because i can never get past the “i have a blog, i have to comment on the fact that i have a blog, on my blog” stage.  i hate blogs and i hate the internet