As cliched as a ladies haircut on a skeletous male resident of Williamsburg
Here I am. Did you miss me?
I am sitting in a cafe on Bedford Ave in Williamsburg where I am attempting to WRITE funny. I decided to extend my trip to Yale by nine days to get some funny written while staying in Williamsburg. So far I have a bunch of halfway decent "Top Ten Lists." And a lot of stray thoughts that aren't hitting the paper/screen right.
Perhaps people don't actually getting writing done as cafes, perhaps they just look like they are writing.
Because that's what I'm doing right now. I look like I am writing.
I am sitting in a cafe on Bedford Ave in Williamsburg where I am attempting to WRITE funny. I decided to extend my trip to Yale by nine days to get some funny written while staying in Williamsburg. So far I have a bunch of halfway decent "Top Ten Lists." And a lot of stray thoughts that aren't hitting the paper/screen right.
Perhaps people don't actually getting writing done as cafes, perhaps they just look like they are writing.
Because that's what I'm doing right now. I look like I am writing.
Labels: artist life
posted by kristina wong at
1:34 PM
2 Comments:
question is: do you look hot while you look like yer writing. hot enough to bag some park slope chicks?
It's funny; when you set aside time to write and be funny, it's like pulling teeth, and the stuff you write sounds forced -- never funny. However, when you're on the bus and all you have to write on is the back of a receipt, that's when the juices flow and humor happens. Go figure.
Uncle Dave
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