30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2013)
Day 17: “Whatever, dude”
Yeah, I know. I’m supposed to be writing something new and interesting for every day of February. Most days, I’ve tried my best, but I’m just not feeling it today. It’s a Sunday, and I’m tired of coming up with clever ways to repeat myself. One of the many hazards of living life as a creative person is repeating yourself one too many times. As a would-be writer, I am painfully aware of the fact that I only have so many “moves” in my arsenal of clever quips, awesome observations, and some other such alliterative phrases related to writing.
I know I’m supposed to be pushing myself during this month-long writing challenge, but whatever, dude. It’s Sunday, I’m mentally exhausted, and my paintball buddy, Jarod, is shipping off to Army Basic Training very soon. So you see, there was a hell of a lot of paintball that needed playing today before he left. There’s just no time for cerebral blog writing when you’ve set aside a whole Sunday for goodbyes, and a hard day of play. As the saying goes, “Blogging was made for man, not man for blogging.” I’m pretty sure Jesus said that somewhere in the Gospel of Mark. Whatever, dude. I’m no theologian.
In conclusion: On this Sunday, the seventeenth day of February in the 2013th year of our Lord, the “30 Minus 2 Days of Writing” challenge can officially go F itself in the A. Jesus probably said that at some point, too.
30 Minus 2 Days of Writing (2013)
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*jots down notes in little black book*
No worries, KZ. Enjoy yourself with your friends. Don’t even think about the challenge or how you’ve insulted it. It’s not like we’re gonna get you for this or anything.
We’ll leave that to Jesus.
Okay! I’m back from my little weekend break. I left my identical twin in charge of the blog, so let’s see where he left off.
Oh my. I have a lot of damage control to do. Nicky, I promise you my identical twin, Hugo, will pay dearly for this post.
Uh oh, Nicky’s going to be so mad at you.
What’s she going to do, hurl a knock-knock joke at me?
(Did I mention how awesome Nicky is lately?)
Thanks Kevin, It was and always has been a pleasure to sling paint next to you. You are plain deadly on the field. Keep up on the writing, As I told you, You have a gift for it!
Jarod, what more can I say than thanks? Thank you for your friendship, your words of confidence, and your support of my paintball play and writing endeavors. It all means a lot to me. I hope you find what you’re looking for out there. Call me up any time you’re in town, and we’ll go out and shoot some more paint.
Hey KZ! D’you know, I think Big J did say that. Right after “Satan, get thee behind me” and “Satan, your mother wears army boots”. I salute your solid grasp of theology, which is at least as good as mine, Sir! Indigo
Well played, Indigo. This comment made me chuckle so loudly, that it disturbed my cat from his nap.