Showing posts with label censor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label censor. Show all posts

20111112

boring blog

Did you know that it's actually Jackson's younger sister writing this blog? I bet you didn't.

I don't write everything that happens to me in this blog. It seems like that would be consoring myself. I am giving you a limited yet honest view of my life or somethiing. Usually I don't care about censoring myself. I do it to improve the ratio of quality to bullshit. But on this blog I am attempting not to censor myself.

Last night I sllept for two hours. Then I stood and sat in the cold for two hours. Then I ran 8km.

 


Today I returned all of my library books but one. It was difficult to fit them all into my backpack. New rule: no more than two books issued from the library at once.

I'm beginning to think that Blake Butler and Tao Lin are the same person.

I think about these posts before I write them but I always forget something.

UNCENSORED THOUGHTS:
I wish me and Ben Brooks had a caring email correspondence.
I wish me and James Duncan still chatted regularly.
Does anyone want to publish a book by me? Will you agree to publish it sight unseen? Give me monthly deadlines like I need the first draft of this stroy by next monday.

There were lots of girls dressed as fairies. I like fairies.

I bought 10 mini donuts fresh from the deepfrier for $5. I went to a mcdonalds that i always expect/hope to be empty but is always busy. Today I discovered there is an unstrairs. I bought a larger choc sunday and a large chips. I wanted to get a frozen l&p too but they were out or something. I should have bought a drink because I need to stay hydrated.

I washed my head (at first i accidently wrote shaved). My hair feels nice. I have a headache.

My mum bought this shirt from a garage sale many many many years ago. I think i was still in primary school. I still like it








I like how Megan Boyle doesn't end her paragraphs with full stops.

Caro has turned her blog into a fashion blog. She is way better than Bebe Zeva.

I don't have any credit on my cellphone

20111111

I feel like Tao Lin

The truth is I'm trying really hard to write a poem
but I feel terrible.

The truth is I cried a lot today
but I don't have a but for this stanza but it needs one to fit the form of this poem.

The truth is I have have negative feelings about posting this here
but I'm trying not to censor myself here