Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

15 May 2012

Remember the time I had writer's block?

This is what the inside of my head looks like right this minute.

I've started 67,583,575,639,203,847 blog entries recently and all of them have been so mundane and uneventful that I bored myself right off the internet.  (True story.  I know, right??)

(Just an FYI:  This is going to be another.  So if the internet suddenly and inexplicably dies, it's probably my fault.)

I thought to myself, Maybe I could tell them about the time...

And then I was all, No... what if your kids accidentally read this?  (Accidentally, because I'm pretty sure none of them read it on purpose, just in case I say something embarrassing.  Not that I ever would.  *cough*)

Then I got desperate.

Sexy photos!!  I thought.  No one would expect that!!  I'll pimp my blog with ostentatious cleavage shots!!

Cheese, Motherfuckers!!

Then I remembered that I'm fat.

Not to mention almost 50.

Fuck.  So much for relying on the basics of sex, drugs and rock and roll.

Screw you, Father Time, Carbohydrates and Gravity.

And screw you, too, Writer's Block.

Talk to me, dammit!!!  

What about...

No.  Too boring.

Oh wait!  I know!!  How about the time...

No.  No one cares about that.  

Ooh!  I've got it!  The time I...

Seriously?  Do you want to spend the rest of your life wearing an orange jumpsuit and peeing in a stainless steel toilet in a room full of strangers?


I've got nothing.

I've run out of embarrassing moments.

Share yours with me and I will share them with the class.  Anonymously or non-anonymously, whichever you prefer.  Email me your deepest, darkest, most humiliating moments @

And now, I will leave you with this, because I think it's hilarious: