It's only quarter past midnight. I usually loaf about for another hour or so before calling it a night, so why not write a blog entry about nothing? (Because, you know, I've clearly established a pattern of writing about the important issues of our time.)
Highlight of the day: a perfect stranger called me a fag in a Facebook status comment thread. I think it has something to do with the flowery diction I employ in Facebook posts, and in blog posts, I guess. Heck, I probably speak theatrically in normal life. If that's the case, I say go to bed, me, and never wake up.
Item 2 on the agenda: I'm still unsure which direction to take this whole blog thing. Should I make it a diary? Should I make it a journal (a diary for boys)? Should I do what I've been doing: ramble about nothing and everything, but mostly nothing, obviously? A co-worker gave me the idea to open a blog and use it for my fiction writing so I can just find a computer and put my ideas down whenever and wherever they come to me. Don't worry, gang; that won't be this blog. You won't have to read my screenplay about a guy who lives in a world of super heroes but has no super powers himself, making him the butt of every super joke, and how he learns to accept his weakness and eventually comes to the rescue of those super heroes who scorned him.
Will someone just tell me to shut up? Just kidding. I know you've been pleading for my silence since the second paragraph, but you just couldn't stop reading. I'm awesome as a train wreck (which is, I believe, something Will Smith once said).
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