Hello. I am in recovery mode.
Suffice it to say, it was another drunken night for me.
It was a good time, and I found out that a woman would rather die of cancer than fuck her longtime friend of ten years or me.
Funny, huh?
Anyway, I drew lots of girls, and got to talk to them.
They liked the drawings.
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Okay, good times. I had fun talking to Marco. He is a funny guy. He has a pretty good sense of humor. It took a while with his Finnish, but he is getting pretty adept at English, and he is projecting his voice more, which is good.
Also, I understand him more.
Anyway, we talked about our normal smack stuff.
You know what? I have to go out there and sell art. And, I have to sell a lot. It ain't no joke. I have to make money. It is serious. I have to do this or die.
I don't want to die, so I have to sell art.
I certainly don't want to work a crummy job.
That would suck ass.
Anyway, I'm about ready for my second cup of coffee.
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It is Sunday. It is an overcast, cold day. I have no reason for writing about how the day is. That is just what people do, they talk about the weather, which I find to be a pretty boring subject unless a person knows what they are talking about.
Amy is working today. She is more of a quiet, introspective person. She does things at her own pace. She doesn't care that I sit in here for hours on one or two cups of coffee.
The main thing I have to do today is get my Magic cards together. I want to kill my opponents tonight.
Maybe I will do some street art again. It can't hurt. Even just going out there for an hour a day might help.
I am still pretty trashed from last night, but I feel fine.
I talk about writing dialogues but I don't do them much. It is hard to get into that mode.
I could also write for the stage, and for the screen.
I could also write poems.
I can write lyrics.
So much to do. All I have to do is actually begin, and see what happens.
Who cares if it is any good at this point?
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A: Hey, how is it going?
B: Fine, how are you?
A: Fine.
B: Hey, should we have an absolutely perverted and wrong dialogue?
A: No. This is a monetized blog.
B: Oh yeah, they don't like adult material.
A: That is true.
B: Well, what should we talk about then?
A: Well, we could talk about how it is wise to only talk in short sentences so that the line of dialogue doesn't screw up the blog like this one just did.
B: Yeah, we could talk about that.
A: Maybe I ought to go out and have a cigarette?
B: Yeah, maybe you should. I'll keep writing while you do that.
A: Okay.
B: It is great that I will be out there smoking, and you will be in here writing.
A: Yeah, I've finally figured out how to be in two places at once.
B: Well, you know what? I finally figured out X-Ray vision. I can finally see through clothes.
A: Cool. Tell me if you see any natural blonds.
B: Okay. brb
A: Okay.
B: I was just out there smoking.
A: How did it go? While you were gone, too MILFs just sat down next to me.
B: Yup, a blond and a black-haired woman.
A: It looks like they are chatting away.
B: I don't know about what, though.
A: Meanwhile, I just noticed that a girl glanced at the screen.
B: Yup, she saw that I was writing a blog about the cafe.
A: Yup, she was cute, too.
B: Yeah, but she was with a guy.
A: Yup.
B: So anyway, I thought about how my art lady friend wanted to be drawn sexy and naked, so I rushed back to my place at the bar, and drew her naked on a napkin. She loved it. She wanted to be drawn more beautifully than her daughter, and more sexy.
A: Yeah, I had no idea that there is this mother-daughter competition thing. They want to outdo one another.
B: Yup, it is true. Fathers and sons do it, too.
A: Yup.
B: Anyway, I actually do want to draw her naked. Maybe I will get a chance someday.
A: Maybe, you never know in this world.
B: That is true.
A: So what do you want to talk about now?
B: I don't know, I have to go soon, and get on Clone Wars and hang out. I also have to assemble some Magic decks so I can destroy and annihilate my opponents. I am sick of losing. I have a couple of surprises this week that I am sure will give them that, "Holy F, I'm about to lose.." stone-cold look on their face. You know you are winning when things get suddenly silent at the table. It sure beats losing that is for sure.
A: Sounds like fun. I'm just going to do my thing today, and lay low.
B: That sounds like fun, too.
A: The problem with Magic, is sometimes I would rather just be drawing.
B: Yeah, that is pretty fun.
A: Yeah.
B: It was fun to draw last night.
A: Yeah, it was.
B: At least it is a way for people to recognize my talent.
A: Yeah, that is important if you want to be a famous artist.
B: So, I guess we'll have to my other blog that is set for adults if we are to have a dirty filthy conversation.
A: Yeah, I suppose you are right.
B: I don't know if I want to do that right now. I'm still listening to the MILFs talk. I still have no idea what they are talking about. They are just sitting there going at it. When I talk, I like to stand out on the sidewalk with my friends for a cigarette. I don't like to sit at a table and talk without doing anything else. I like to keep busy. I don't have the time to sit there and talk for hours. I have to make my time count for something.
A: Yeah. So anyhow, that would be awesome to get to the point where I am making a dollar a day on the web.
B: Yeah, that would be rad.
A: Yeah, it would.
B: Ideally, to make $100 a day would be awesome.
A: Yeah, it would. I don't know how I am going to do that, though.
B: Yeah, neither do I. It is a tremendous challenge to achieve that.
A: Yes, it would be. However, people do that, so why don't we?
B: The two ladies seem to be involved in law talk. Maybe one of them is a lawyer, I am not sure. The black-haired lady has knee-high sex boots. It is pretty dang cute. She seems to be the lawyer type. I wonder what a night of ecstasy with her would be like?
A: I can only imagine that it would be some serious sex.
B: Indeed, but hey, we have to keep this blog clean.
A: Yeah, I suppose we do, but that ain't much fun.
B: No, it isn't. However, it has to be somewhat clean for it to have some kind of value.
A: A lot of people do hentai art, and they make money off of that.
B: That is true.
A: The rules seem to have changed.
B: Yeah, they have.
A: I guess it would suck if you were a girl living at home, and you are naked on bed with your laptop, and either your father or mother walks in while you are doing sex chat.
B: Yeah, that has actually happened. Funny, huh?
A: Yeah, it is.
B: What is absolutely fantastic is that there is no limit to how long this dialogue can be. We are no longer limited. There is no paper to worry about.
A: Yeah, that is great. We could keep this dialogue going in definitely, or start a new blog, no problem.
B: Yeah, that is really cool.
A: Yeah, but at some point, we will have to come up with characters.
B: Yeah, that would be cool.
A: Indeed.
B: Yeah, the sky is the limit, there, too.
A: Yeah, it is great. But are we just monkeys at a typewriter?
B: Possibly. But we are human, too. Also, the people who read this might be monkeys.
A: I never thought of that.
B: Yeah, we could be monkeys writing for other monkeys, because I have definitely seen that people don't know how to read or write much. They do all this chat speak s***, and it is hard to have a real conversation. They just talk a lot of smack.
A: Yeah...sometimes it is fun, though.
B: Yeah, but some people just aren't good at expressing themselves.
A: They are young. They don't know any better.
B: True. That's why I have to learn them whether they like it or not, because I am sick of them not writing well. They are in school, they should know better.
A: Yeah, but they don't.
B: Hey, those two MILFs are still talking.
A: Yeah, the black-haired lady is pretty cut.
B: Yeah, I noticed.
A: Maybe it is time for a break.
B: Yeah. It might be a good place to stop.
A: Agreed.
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