Today I will not blog about giraffes.
I will not blog about the weather.
I will not blog about Monster-Mari and how she has recently taken over my life.
I will not blog about red wine. Or white, for that matter.
I will not blog about how the small apartment I am currently living in got even smaller because the two people living there suddenly became three (four if you count Monster-Mari).
I will not blog about how I escaped this claustrophobic feeling by leaving the city for a few days.
I will certainly not blog about how it is incredibly stupid of me to post slightly vicious comments about my current living arrangement on a public blog which can be – and quite possibly is – accessed by people involved.
I will not blog about Sweden (why should I?).
I will not blog about the Olympics. Or pants.
I will not blog about the fact that this is my 101st blog post, and that I let the 100th one go by unannounced.
I will not blog about whether or not this was intentional.
I will not blog about Hawaii.
I will not blog about grapes (of wrath, or otherwise).
I will not blog about music. Regardless of whether I listen to it or not.
I will not blog about worries, headaches, stress, anxiety, complexity, anger, nausea, goose bumps, stomach pains or madness. Thus I will not blog about my thesis, or any aspects relating to it.
I will not blog about any books I’ve recently read, or any I am (not recently) writing.
I will not blog about places I’ve been, people I’ve met or experiences I’ve earned. Yes, I do believe experiences are earned, but I will not blog about this either.
I will not blog about politics. Religion? Uhm… No.
I will not blog about Facebook. I already said I wasn’t going to blog about anything related to my thesis. Yes, I expect a laugh from that. No, I won’t blog about my disappointment if you didn’t laugh.
I will not blog about parentheses. (I already spend too much time on them.)
I will not blog about public transportation.
I will not blog about languages.
I will not blog about Apple-products.
I will not blog about bagels.
I will not, however coerced, blog about jigsaw puzzles.
I will not blog about body parts. Not a single one.
I will not blog about… No, that was about it.
These are the things I will not blog about today.
6 comments:
*dies* Oh, Mari, I chuckled all the way through. This was really beautiful.
Except where you, like, totally just did, dude... ;)
reminds me of Michael Ondaatje's Elimination Dance. A wonderful thing not to blog about...
You will only keep us chucking throughout!
::applauds and has an aneurysm::
word verification: eyerubs
On Ondaatje - I've got a novel of his here somewhere. Unfortunately, I believe it is in the unaccessible pile, boxed and snowed in. Will try to dig it out by July.
On eyerubs - I've had the eyerubs for a couple of days. I think it comes from screen radiation. Or lazyness. Or both.
On the rest of it - I am bad at answering comments lately. Sorry about that!
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