Left Of Sean

Right now I’m out of ideas.  I’m sitting here looking at the computer screen and I’ve gone completely blank.  I’ve been digging through my notes in hopes of generating some sort of spark of creativity but nothing is coming.  I’m like the dead lawnmower I had to take to the shop last year.  Let’s hope this fix doesn’t cost $95…for a $50 lawnmower!

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What I’m hoping is that in the next few days or weeks I’ll get a handle on the creativity and start writing again.  I keep a notebook full of junk and write down ideas and statements and doodles so that I can refer back to those things later for blog posts.  That notebook is going to come in handy right now because I’m going to list a few things I wrote down from TFLN (Texts From Last Night) to use later in stories or to just generate ideas.

• She thought the capital of Kansas was Topanga!
• It smells like wine and fried chicken in here.
• It’s official.  I’m a squirter.  Wasn’t a one time thing.
• I just recognized the girl sitting across from me from a lesbian porno.  Should I ask for an autograph?

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Thanksgiving, mom, dad
Sit down, table, lots of food
More potatoes please

Pass the wine, you Tard
I hate my parents, you suck
Oh, I am a lesbian

What do you mean, Lesbian?
Muff dive, carpet munch, like girls
My parents suck ass

To my brother, Bob
Did you know about this, Bob?
Yes, and I’m gay too

Ambulance, on scene
Dad, heart attack, purple face
Mom, reading bible

I love my brother
Bob loves lesbian sister
We both hate parents

Thanksgiving sucks ass
Next year we stay at home alone
More wine please