365 Day Challenge Days 53-56 Can’t Stop, Won’t Stop

October 23

As seen on T.V.

Write a script for a late-night infomercial — where the product is your blog. How do you market yourself? What qualities do you embody that other “products” don’t? What are the benefits of reading your blog?

Want to feel better about your life? Want to see how pathetic the other half lives? Then, have I got a blog for you!

Stop on by and read for free…the absolute trainwreck of misery and self-loathing.

In the mood for laughs- she’s too funny to be serious.

In the mood for sex stories that will make you want to close your legs forever….she’s got plenty to share, but sorry…Jameis Winston took all the free crabs so you’ll have to shop elsewhere.

Need someone to make fun of? Well, you’ve come to the right place.

She’s crazy and reminds everyone a little too much of a polar bear.  She rarely finishes a thought, much less a book that she claims to be writing.

For a limited time only because she’s still not found a way to make herself immortal…it’s DELILAH!

Be sure to tip your waitress and bartender.

**drops mic**

October 24

Express yourself.

Tell us about a time you couldn’t quite get your words or images to express what you wanted to express. What do you think the barrier was? For bonus points, try again.

I’ve tried for a while to express the crazy train that keeps running through my head.

I want to love him, but I can’t.

I want to stop loving him, but I can’t.

I want to be heard without having to speak.

I want to be touched, but the miles between are too great in theory and in reality.

The barrier is the wall I build.

It gets knocked down and I build it back, but I’m afraid I will get out.

The world doesn’t need my kind of insanity in it.

I can’t function in society sometimes because I’m either not passionate enough or my fire is burning just a bit too bright.

I can’t hold onto anything because I keep leaving everyone and everything behind.

I refuse to look at the future because I’m longing for the past.

I want to wipe the tears away, but it’s the only thing that last.

Pain is my self-inflicted journey and I’ll always choose this path.

I want to leave, but I wouldn’t survive the trip.

I need to be loved more than I am right now.

I need to feel love.

I want to feel love.

I want to feel.

I want what I cannot have.

I want what I gave up.

I don’t know how to get there.

It’s not as easy as people believe.

Just pack your things and go.

There are so many things that must be factored in.

I’ve never been one of those things…

never been factored in…

into anything.

I’m the mystery; wrapped in an enigma

at least that’s what you said.

You speak of great men and lesser men lighting the flame.

I treasure those words even though they are not your own

because you said them to me

No one says those things to me anymore

I am a mystery.

My life is scattered across your timeline and yet we are never together.

I want to know where I stand.

I want to know what’s next.

Until then, I will wait.

I’ll wait for my madman in a box.

October 25

Simply the best.

NASA is building a new Voyager spacecraft that will carry the best of modern human culture. What belongs onboard?

Can we send the Kardashians? Not because I think they are the best of modern human culture, but because I’m tired of them taking up valuable space.

October 26

Breakdown.

Tell us about a habit you’d like to break. Is there any way it can play a positive role in your life?

Procrastin…

oh, I’ll finish this later.

Possible Story Idea

Linc held the glass of bourbon and a tremor betrayed him. He slid a napkin off the stack in front of him and clumsily wiped the drops of Kentucky’s finest from the bar. He quickly drank the remainder and motioned the bartender for what would be his fifth glass. The bartender simply shook his head and looked at the Coors Light clock on the wall. It was only four in the afternoon and this guy was drinking like it was his last night on Earth. Linc watched him pour and when he thought that Jimmy was holding back he waved him to keep pouring while pulling out a wad of bills to encourage him. He stared at his poison as if it could change things, change everything. He couldn’t change anything, though. He was alone and the only thing that was good had died and stolen the last bit of goodness in Linc when that coffin was lowered into the ground.

Write Something- Paranoia

paranoia a device so unreal so cruel and so alarming that it leaves you feeling scared of your own harmless shadow the darkness of the night creeps in and you begin to cry and beg for some form of mercy that does not exist in this world of disillusionment and betrayal… the clouds of a distorted reality plague your fragile mind breaking the boundaries of sanity and of fear this dream world that you seem to be trapped inside of is eating away at your flesh your soul melts into the abyss where nothing is left but the burning memories of your suffering and your pain.

365 Day Challenge- Days 37-39 My former drug life and the movie Lucy sucks

October 7

Exhale.

Tell us about a time when everything seemed to be going wrong — and then, suddenly, you knew it would be alright.

Watching the movie, Lucy. I forget at what point I realized it would end, thus making everything alright.  So many ways that movie could have been better. Ugh.

October 8

Bloggers, unplugged.

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

If I knew when to unplug, I wouldn’t be online now. Basically, when I’m falling asleep while typing is a good indicator. Also, when I’m driving because I’m that person that can’t walk and chew gum.

October 9

Can’t get enough.

Have you ever been addicted to anything or worried that you were? Have you ever spent too much time and effort on something that was a distraction from your real goals?

Tell us about it.

I used to have a bit of a drug problem. It wasn’t so much my use of drugs that was the problem, but the people I surrounded myself with and the fact that I acted as the middle man for drug exchanges. In the late 90’s there was a huge drug ring here that was primarily run out of a few local restaurants. It was so serious that the DEA was investigating a lot of my close friends. One of our managers was partying with the employees out of town one night and got into a car accident. He lost his leg because of it.

When I joined the Army, I gave it all up.

Sometimes I am amazed that I’m alive. Sometimes I want to go back if only to change some things. But we can’t go back. We can only go forward. If we continue to look back we miss the present and sometimes we can miss the past so badly that we make ourselves miserable in the present when we have the potential to be happy. Am I just rambling now?

I don’t know if I had a point. I don’t know if the point I made is the one I want to make. I just know that I’m trying to change some things in my life and I don’t know how or what that will mean for my future.

God, this movie Lucy is really making me question Hollywood’s ability to create something new without just absolutely sucking balls.

I should go and watch The Walking Dead now.

365 Day Challenge- Day 33,34, and 35 Introducing Al Gore, Prime Minister of the Internet

October 3

New internet order.

All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?

I don’t think I can answer this question. It did make me remember a story/movie idea I had once. I was sitting in church and no, I did not burst into flames and there were no lightning bolts. However, I had a very distinct vision of an idea. I was told it had a Minority Report feel to it so I guess maybe that’s how I’ll start.

We have these two screens on either side of the sanctuary that you usually see at concerts. We Livestream the service at our church and it’s also taped for television. I was looking at the screens and thought what if we were all hardwired into the Internet and our thoughts projected on the nearest screens.

It was kind of a way to keep the world in check. If you think it, you might as well have done it is the mentality of the government in this world.

They immediately hold a trial

(kind of a Judge Dredd theme now) and determine your fate.

The crowd decides (think Ceasar thumbs up or thumbs down).

It’s kind of a weird thing to stumble upon at church, but it sounded interesting. I haven’t done any writing with it yet because I’m just not convinced it has much more to offer.

What do you think?

October 4

The clothes that (may) make the (wo)man.

How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.

I picked Lorelei Gilmore to represent myself because she’s my idol. I have even raised my child in a similar manner as this character. Our bond is pretty much the same as the relationship depicted in this show. I always knew that’s the kind of parent I would be.  It doesn’t hurt that I love how she dresses. She has a very quirky style, but can pull off being an adult without really sacrificing her liberal choices. It’s awesome. If I could get away with it, I would dress half the year like her and the other half like Abby from NCIS.

October 5

Eye of the beholder.

Describe what it feels like to hear a beautiful piece of music or see a stunning piece of art.

Simply put, it’s like an orgasm for your ears and eyes.

Too much info? Too bad.

No apologies!

Peace Out Bitches