The Lack of a Topic
Hello all. I am a guy who can write real good. Things just flow from my fingers through the keyboard and BLAMMO words appear. They usually make sense. Seriously. Sometimes, though, I'm faced with a situation where I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to write about until I start writing it.
This, luckilly, is not one of those situations.
You might think that I'm just rambling, or I'm making this up as I go along, but that's not the case. I've carefully planned out every single word -- in incredible detail, much to the surprise and astonishment of those around me -- and plotted and calculated their placement and phrasing for maximum entertainment effect.
It is your entertainment that drives me, my dear blogdience; I must ensure that you are duly entertained, thoroughly captivated, and completely and utterly enraptured by my style, wit and suavishiousness.
Yes, I know that's not a word. You're not smart for telling me. This is my blog, and I'll make things up as I see fit.
It is that complete and utter control that allows me to create this magical world where I can reveal my innermost thoughts, express my feelings about the world, or otherwise ramble about whatever the hell has popped into my head.
So, if you believe that this is an entirely free-styled, stream of consciousness post, you may be right.
You, also, may be a dilapidated old Chevy Nova sitting on the front lawn of a backward Alabama mountain man named Jebediah.
NOW GIT, or m'shotgun'll learn ya a thing'r two!
This, luckilly, is not one of those situations.
You might think that I'm just rambling, or I'm making this up as I go along, but that's not the case. I've carefully planned out every single word -- in incredible detail, much to the surprise and astonishment of those around me -- and plotted and calculated their placement and phrasing for maximum entertainment effect.
It is your entertainment that drives me, my dear blogdience; I must ensure that you are duly entertained, thoroughly captivated, and completely and utterly enraptured by my style, wit and suavishiousness.
Yes, I know that's not a word. You're not smart for telling me. This is my blog, and I'll make things up as I see fit.
It is that complete and utter control that allows me to create this magical world where I can reveal my innermost thoughts, express my feelings about the world, or otherwise ramble about whatever the hell has popped into my head.
So, if you believe that this is an entirely free-styled, stream of consciousness post, you may be right.
You, also, may be a dilapidated old Chevy Nova sitting on the front lawn of a backward Alabama mountain man named Jebediah.
NOW GIT, or m'shotgun'll learn ya a thing'r two!
