5.11.2010

Child, please.

Are you as boring in real life as you appear to be on your blog?

No. In real life, I'm far worse. In real life, I might even abuse you by actually talking about poetry. The sheer horror of it....

Thanks for reading anyway!

9 comments:

Burndog said...

Don't worry...my blog is 1,000 times more boring than yours...and I'm charming as all shit in real life. I can charm even the stoniest thing...possibly stones if required. I'm so charming, that when I talk about Plath, people tune in...and pretend to give a fuck! It's amazing!

MikejGrey said...

I don't know what your talking about Liz. It's not stop excitment whenever we hang out. Let's spend three hours looking for a thai food place, chain smoke, get frustrated, and watch me cry.

I'm no Picasso said...

Burndog -- Your blog is totally charming.

I'm not charming at all. And I actually am boring. But it's fine, because enough people like me as it is. If I was any less boring, too many people would try to talk to me, and I might become an even bigger hermit in response.

Mike -- Haha I don't know what you're talking about. Every single day we've spent together has been absolutely riveting.

MikejGrey said...

Who else am I going to get drunk with and start reading Hunter Thompson out loud and won't smack me to stop? At least until the right moment.


I just read the term "billfold" in a short story.

I'm no Picasso said...

Well who else would put up with my drunken umbrella poking and "ya!"ing without kicking over my barstool?

Haha. I even teach dialects now...

MikejGrey said...

One o these days we'll be on the same continent again kiddo. Drinking terrible beer and hitting each other with umbrellas.

I'm no Picasso said...

South America, please?

MikejGrey said...

I'll meet ya there.

How soon?

JLR said...

I don't think your blog or the life you describe are boring at all! Since I found it recently, it's become the highlight of my day.


But I am the queen of boring (and uber proud of it), so my perspective is highly skewed. It's like how after eating gluten free stuff for two years, I can no longer tell when something will taste like sh!t to other people. But for what it's worth, love your blog.