This was our text exchange this evening.
Me: So at some point I need to stop my self loathing and self pity and write more blog posts
Him: Yeah you do. I keep checking your blog, looking for new content, but noooo. You keep holding out like a chick waiting to be asked to prom. Ya big tease.
Me: LOL I know. I’ve started 3 different posts and haven’t completed any of them.
Him: Fucking slacker. Do you need a BJ to get you going? I’d offer but I don’t think you’d give the courtesy of a reach around LOL
Me: Jesus Christ do I have that great of material? LMAO
Him: Yeah I’d say it is. So get off your ass and do it!
Me: Maybe I’ll do that tomorrow instead of watching porn.
Him: How about you do it tonight instead of mentally masturbating?
Me: Riiiiiight
Him: It’s only 8 o’clock, you got like two solid hours to bang something out.
Me: We could bang lots of thing out.
Him: Alrighhhhttt! Sexy Time! Now your speaking my language.
Me: That was supposed to say I could Damn autocorrect
Him: Uh huh. Auto correct. Riiight. LOL
Me: Don’t be starting shit because my typing is impaired and my autocorrect is overactive.
Him: It’s all good in the hood as long you give a reach around. You don’t need to be taking it out on your “auto correct.” I find it hard to believe that typing “I” somehow turned into “we” but hey even your auto correct wants you to get writing.
Me: Just because the I and the W are on opposite sides of the keyboard doesn’t mean that autocorrect didn’t change I to We.
Him: Your stretching for it LOL
Me: I can’t stretch too much, I’ll pull a muscle.
Him: Get writing there Hemingway. I want a post. I’ve waited patiently. You’ve got a couple of other followers that have waited patiently. I’m speaking for them as well.
Me: I have email followers too.
Him: Even better. You’re depriving us from your thoughts and insights ya selfish bastard. Tick tock.
Me: I’m taking my thoughts and going home.
Him: In the time that it’s taken for us to discuss the intricacies of your autocorrect, you could have written a post. Chop chop.
Me: I also could have rubbed one out, what’s your point?
Him: Post is the point. Get writing.
Me: I gotta post for you
Him: It’s not going to write itself ya know.
Jokes on him, I only had to write half of it. LOL
That’s all for now, hope you all have a great evening!
Road Side Ramblings 