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Y que’?
I am such a verbose person. My mother actually kept my first grade report card that complained of my chatting in class. I speak for a living. I started a blog just so I could keep talking when no one was listening. And that was before i knew about “followers” on tumblr. I weigh my words in conversation with magnitudinal precision. I analyze the syntax and scrutinize the sequencing. I usually have already planned out within the nanosecond of thinking about what I will say, might say and will say after your response. I’ve been accused of being intimidating, over thinking and just plain mean. (Notice the absence of the oxford comma in that sentence indicated the last two articles are combined within the same list, further indicating the accusation to be coupled by the same person.) But who notices the subtleties of the english grammatical system? And then… on a night like tonight I stare at a screen, and I have nothing to say. My head is full but my mouth is empty. The synapses taking place between the two is holding the up transition from thoughts to words saying , “dude don’t say that.” So, dearly beloved followers of the squandering thoughts of the hapless mind, I only blog about not blogging tonight and bid you adou.
