it ain’t picasso, but it ain’t bad.
my writing at the austinist.com
this past week has been like summer camp.
b. stopped working, and we spent every day biking down to crystal clear springwater, watching dogs chase each other and tennis balls and their own tails.
there was also actual camping, but the fire ants and the millions of stickers made that a little bit less like camp than actual life.
i’ve been writing too…but not here. on a site that gets about a million more hits than this one. and that expects i will write with a little more planning, forethought, and self-editing than i do here on this “personal” blog. for example:
the other day, in the bathroom, i zipped up my pants and my penis got caught.
ouch. that’s right. i pulled a “there’s something about mary.” i will be wantting to wear underwear forEVER now. now going commando any more. it felt like i needed to pee. but that it was going to hurt. and also, i didn’t actually need to pee.
it sucked, basically. seriously. seriously. SUCKED.
thought someone might find that amusing.
