ya know, sometimes i don’t write the way i talk. or rather, i don’t write with my own fucking voice…(case in point) i’ll be too loquacious and whatnot when i’m writing something out but then i’ll sit back and stare at it and think to myself ‘why in the fuck did i do that?’ so i either come across sounding mad whiney and overly-wordy or boring as all get out.
if you talk to me in person, y’all fuckin’ KNOW that i’m not one to mince words or hold back any little expletive that crosses my mind. and maybe it does make me all juvenile and shit…but who gives a fuck? that’s me. that’s what i do. i can sit down and have intelligent discourse with you, or i can sit here and put storm-hardened sailors to shame. motherfuckin’ SHAME, ya heard! but written out…i sound lame. i don’t have a fuckin’ voice, yo. there’s no sarcasm, no witty repartee, no freaking sparkling commentary.
just lame-ass hollow shit. how the hell did it come to this? then again, maybe i really am that ricockulously boring. *maybe*
