I think maybe this day should be Blarglentine's Day, officially. It's the day when you go, "Blarg...what do I do for my Valentine?" or maybe even, "Blarg...where will I find a Valentine?" or perhaps just, "Blarg..."
Any way you slice it, tons of drama this time of year. Thank God none of it is mine currently. Hooray for that!
So, I joined an eight week writing group this week. It should be a god time! It certainly will help me with my "create something every day" resolution! They already booted one member, because he was being a dick face. e hadn't even started, and he was already posting about how he wanted this to be a serious group, no prompts like "find the third word in the third line and blah blah blah..." and no bad attempt at poetry, no crappy pieces...he wanted to read REAL WRITING! Whatever. Dick face. I'm just glad I'm not the only one who felt like he was being a gigantic tool. And now we don't have to work with him. Thank God.
The sad thing is, he used to be a nice guy, a good guy, someone who seemed to me to be compassionate and caring, a creative type with a lot going on for him. And through my time in the past working with him, I realized that he's not really that at all. He's an arrogant asshole who is only concerned with looking better than everyone else. Unfortunately, he just ends up looking like a gigantic assface.
Ask me how I really feel.
Anywho...back to the issue at hand: Blarglentine's Day. I actually have a plan this year. I'm going to see the boy at work. We'll go out for lunch. I'll take the train in. ADVENTURE TIME! But...first I have to go to work today and survive the Monday mash. That's where I get so frustrated I mash my face into my keyboard at work. It's pretty cathartic. Maybe not sanitary, though.
Have a great day.
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