All of this to say, I have decided to twit or tweet or whatever the hell it is called. I am kind of dreading it and I have no idea what I am doing but I figure it might be a better alternative to trying to paste together illegible napkin scraps scattered throughout my mess apartment. So check out the tweet things and if it doesn't get explained in a blog ask me what the hell, "he looked like the doomed zebra on animal planet" meant because I can assure you it will most likely be a damn good story.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Say goodbye Mr. Post-it
I wonder how many of my stories have been gobbled up by my apartment building's washing machine. How many random post-its and receipts and ticket stubs stashed in back pockets have been dissolved away waiting for me to get to a computer to flush them out. I have become a conic scribbler, covering anything and everything I can get my hands on. I don't want to miss out on a moment but I don't want to forget either and I almost always forget - I am running on limited hard drive space. I would like to say the good ones always rise to the surface of my short term memory but anyone who has read this blog knows that isn't necessarily true.