Michael Kindt's Blog, page 484

I love your style and I hope you continue writing for a long time to come. I think its wonderful getting involved into writing very deeply. I plan to do that very thing when I'm a bit older. I've already taken a couple steps and gotten a bit of publication

Not really. Just keep at it. Write for expression or for the piece you're working on, and never compromise for the audience. Generally, the audience is an idiot. If you're writing to make money or to become famous, stop. Go into marketing.

I love your style and I hope you continue writing for a long time to come. I think its wonderful getting involved into writing very deeply. I plan to do that very thing when I'm a bit older. I've already taken a couple steps and gotten a bit of publication

Not really. Just keep at it. Write for expression or for the piece you're working on, and never compromise for the audience. Generally, the audience is an idiot. If you're writing to make money or to become famous, stop. Go into marketing.

I love your style and I hope you continue writing for a long time to come. I think its wonderful getting involved into writing very deeply. I plan to do that very thing when I'm a bit older. I've already taken a couple steps and gotten a bit of publication

Not really. Just keep at it. Write for expression or for the piece you're working on, and never compromise for the audience. Generally, the audience is an idiot. If you're writing to make money or to become famous, stop. Go into marketing.

I am interested in your writing as I am a writer too (although unpublished), but how did you come about following me?

Probably from the prose or writing tag. I follow lots of folks I find interesting there. Generally, if someone posts some text, I like them and think they're cool :)

What happened to the article about Rick Santorum's wife having an abortion?

What do you mean? It's right here. Also picked up by Cagle and gently edited: here (on page two).

The Notebook

HER: Why do you always carry around that notebook?
ME: For writing in.
HER: What do you write in it?
ME: Pornography. It's totally full of pornography.
HER: Really?
ME: Just kidding.
HER: Seriously, what's in it?
ME: It's a script for a snuff film I'm working on. A man is aggressively having sex with a woman from behind and when he orgasms, she pulls out a shotgun that was hidden under the pillows and blows his head off.
HER: Really?!?
ME: Just kidding.
HER: Seriously, what's in it?
ME: Seriously? Nothing. See? *I open the notebook and flip through the pages, showing her that they're all blank*
HER: Why do you always carry it around then?
ME: So I can have conversations like this.

My little boy got his first apartment!

My little boy got his first apartment!

Sunbathers on a Sicilian beach relax while Mt. Etna erupts.

Sunbathers on a Sicilian beach relax while Mt. Etna erupts.

I don't want you, but I want you to want me

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, I had this girlfriend, see? We were together several months, almost a year if I remember right. Things were going ok I thought, but apparently she came to her senses when I wasn't looking and dumped my punk ass.

So I'm all dumped and heartbroken and sad, playing "Losing My Religion" over and over again.

A week or two goes by and, just like Stella, I started to get my groove back. Me and my now ex-girlfriend had a lot of the same friends, ran in a lot of the same circles, so we kept bumping into each other. It was distant, awkward between us, but civil.

Then one day I met this new cute chick and started trying to get with her. I became hilarious. That's what I do when I want a woman: become hilarious. So I'm all making her laugh with my profuse and brilliant hilarity and she was digging on me and things were going well. My ex-girlfriend gets wind of my new hobby and starts calling me up, flirting, making it seem like she wanted back with me. I still had feelings for her so I was confused. I still wanted her, I guess. So she takes me out to dinner, we hang, but nothing happened. As soon as my confusion wore off and I thought we had a chance of getting back together, I forgot all about the new cute chick and started pining and whining for my ex. She then turned off, ignored me.

So I'm all sad and heartbroken again, playing "Fade To Black" over and over.

Then one day I meet another cute chick. She was REALLY cute, too. I still remember her to this day and in this galaxy with fond, throbbing erections. She liked me back, too. She wasn't even developmentally disabled or anything. Not only did I become hilarious for her, I completely opened up my big honkin' can of awesome. She was thoroughly smitten.

We banged in the graveyard, we banged in the bathroom at parties, we banged in the car behind the MiniMart at 3 in the morning, all drunk and all high.

Then here comes the ex a-calling, saying she misses me, wishes we'd hang out more, blah blah, blah. What the fuck? Good thing this new girl was so hot or I may have become confused again.

"What was your name again?" I said to her, and that was the end of that.

thereal1990s:And just like that, she was gone out of my life...

thereal1990s:

And just like that, she was gone out of my life again.

 Forrest Gump (1994)

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get slapped around by hippie, fall into drug addiction, attempt suicide, catch an unexplained virus that isn't AIDS, and have your baby. Love ya! Jenny.