Proposition 13

I could totally write this whole entry with reasons for me not writing other whole entries in a timely manner, but I respect you—my readers—far too much to do that. Anymore.

Since I see no end in sight for my current malaise, I’m going instead to try— try—to post something short every day. Ideally, this will rid me of my current habit of scribbling stuff furiously in my little book labeled “What I was going to do” with grandiose plans of penning a lengthy entry to stun and amuse.

And we see how well that’s worked.

Instead, I’m going to try to write up tiny one or two sentence entries on the theme of “Embarrassing things I’ve done”. Believe me, I’ve got entries to last the next century, and that doesn’t even include those mistakes of a sexual nature, which I’m not going to write up because I’ve got family who reads this, and—ew, no.

Embarrassing Things, Part One of Many

Once, whilst under this influence of nitrous oxide, I gave a three minute soliloquy full of Things People Say When They’re High*. To the dentist. In answer to his question about the weather.

* "They call them fingers but I’ve never seen them fing...Oh, there they go."