It's decided.

I've decided on what I'm going to do with this blog and my other blog. I'm keeping both. That's right, take that, convention! Actually I don't know what is conventional in the blogging world. But I'm going to keep both.

The other blog is for my personal, day to day, affairs and my constant torrent of self loathing and depression. A quote from that diary might look something like this "I worked today." or this "I am sad."

I'd tell you the name and location of the other blog, but I'm not going to. Whenever you feel like you're missing out, please feel free to read the two above quotes and take solace in the fact that you aren't missing anything good.

Yes, you in the back.

Steven Halibut, Chicago Sun Times. If the other blog is for day to day dementia and hum drum dullery, what's the point of keeping this blog? Also, why say blog when you mean diary?

Please sir, one at a time. I'm going to write in this blog. I'm going to keep stories and really write instead of whining and listing events, as I do on the other blog. I love writing and I need to get back to writing real things again. Are the details of my life written beautifully? Yes and no. The other blog is written well in that you can really hear my voice when you read my complaining. But it's not structured very well and nothing real ever gets accomplished other than getting things off my chest. Also, I hate the word Blog, but it seems to be the new hipster term. I'm on Blogger, so I must be a hipster. As proof, David Duchovony keeps a blog on here and in high school we called him Hipster McGee, King of Hippery.

You didn't go to high school with David Duchovny. And if you did you would call him Davey Dutch Oveny because that's a fart joke.

Yes, of course, you're right.

So when can we expect this real writing of yours, not this bullshit interview you've concocted.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will write a story called Sherpa or a story called Domino.

In closing. If you read this and don't like what I have to say, please, at any point, feel free to go and fuck yourself.

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