Nay blogged?! No freakin’ way!
Hi hi!
Arthur (better known as M-Cue) asked me to write up a blog a few weeks ago to post on the site. I’ve been really busy working to make sure you guys have a sweet video game about The Beatles come November, so I haven’t been blogging for him. Nor am I someone who blogs. Ever. I tried. I just really don’t have that much to say. I talk all the time; it doesn’t mean I actually have anything to say.
So instead, here’s a list of things that I did instead of writing this blog for the Oxytocin website.
I worked on my videogame.
I daydreamed about my murder-mystery videogame that will one day be made into a Hollywood movie (hopefully not directed by Uwe Boll) called Sexy: The Braille Bra Murders. It’s a story of a serial killer who taunts the police by leaving clues embossed in the bras of his victims. The way you win is by buying lace bras. Save the world and Victoria’s Secret!
I went to Wendy’s and got a spicy chicken sandwich
I wrote Arthur email about how sorry I was that I hadn’t written this blog yet. Maybe it was just an IM.
I listened to “The World According to Pretty Toney”.
I sat around thinking about how incredible “The World According to Pretty Toney” is.
I got a new phone. It does fancy things like email, but so far, I’ve only taken pictures of my cat with it.
I told Arthur to go listen to “The World According to Pretty Toney”, and lent him the book that goes with it.
I did my makeup.
I finished watching Season 3 of Heroes.
Looked up other blogs to see what people write about. Some people are really self important.
I watched “The Secret” starring David Duchovny. I only watched it because 2 Christmases ago, my boyfriend bought me a book called “Naoko”. I read it because it was obviously named after me, and found out there was a Japanese movie made, and then and American one. The movie was not about me.
Nor was it soft core porn, as my office mate Pete suggests.
I’ve been working my way through a gigantic bag of Spicy Nacho Doritos.
I bought some shoes online.
I went apartmentsturbating. That’s when you look at apartments on Craigslist for no good reason.
I’ve started a rubber band ball with all the rubber bands I get for my salads from Whole Foods.
I googled my band That Handsome Devil. It turns out we have a show at a strip club this weekend.
I can now lace up my knee high Timberlands with one hand. Oh yeah.
I am taller than Jermaine Dupri.
I’ve stared at an iron that’s under my desk at work, think about taking it home in case I need to iron something, and then do nothing.
I ate a million girl scout cookies.
I’ve been vicariously dating through my co-workers. They tell me about their dates, and I give them horrible advice. Sometimes it’s good advice. Depends on who you ask, I guess.
I’ve been trying to master the perfect combination of humility/gratitude/enthusiasm when people tell me they’ve listened to the Oxytocin album. I don’t want to sound like a cocky bitch, but I think the album’s pretty sweet. And I’m really excited that people are actually listening to it.
You can tell by Fail Fail that I’m not too keen on listening to people’s shit sometimes.
‘Nay
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