If you’ve noticed, the frequency of my posts here have been declining in both frequency and quality. I swear I’ve been trying very hard to set aside some time to write something (remotely) substantial but it’s either I don’t have the time or my brain just won’t fucking cooperate.

Okay, maybe I haven’t reached rock bottom yet. Unlike this girl:

Heath Ledger was not the typical Joker that Jack Nicholson portrayed in his prime. Look at him..dirty, scary, smelly and gay?? listen carefully, he made Joker the biggest joke of all batman franchise especially when he wore the nurse outfit then walked out after exploding the hospital… the accent resounds as if it goes straight from Brokeback Mountain’s parody(although his voice changed when he was raised upside down as if someone else dubbed that part when he might be already dead in real life) to match Christian’s tight-lip speaking manner as if he wears false teeth if not only gums tantamount to having hare lip and speech defect.


But still, I think I’m going through the worst bout of writer’s block ever. I actually try to write something, but dammit, I can’t write. Not a single sentence that I can be proud of.

I have loads to write about, like her, or Plurk, or those five stray dogs that made a home out of my front door and they keep me from entering my own house, or the rains and how they’re forcing me to avoid puddles that could actually be deep trenches that will lead to certain doom, or that time my band was jamming and some old guy tried to rock out with us, only to find out that it was actually Victor Wood.

But no, whenever I sit down to write, all I could come up is this:

ZOMG I dunno why this is so, but then, OMG, this lolcat is making lots of sense~ NOT! OMGWTFBBQ, wat iz wrong wit meeeeee???! DA BEST PA RIN ANG SAN JOAQUIN KALAWAAN HIGHSCHOOL;;;;;;;;; umbrella ella ella ella ella ella a a a a a tlga da bes un! bayang magiliw perlas ng silanganan alab ng puso sa dibdib mo’y buhay dba this eentry iz meking a lot of sense dba dba dba dba??//// tlga why iz this entry not awsom? kAiNiZ! wLa n tLgA me mAiSiP n mSuLaT!1 bKeT gNtO??? amfefe!


kMuZtAh nMaN uN? ~~~

So after I wrote the preceding paragraph I stared at it for a day and a half, trying to convince myself I was possessed by an illiterate ghost or I must be either be: a) drunk b) stoned c) retarded.

Well, I can’t be drunk, because I had a massive hangover when I wrote that. So that means I’m sober. Yeah. Shut up. And I’m definitely not stoned, because I haven’t snorted crushed Diatabs in ages. So that leaves me with only one possibility:

Afterwards, I proceeded to mentally kick myself in the ass for writing such lameness. And five jumps from my workplace’s 27th floor and twenty punches to my head later, I decided to give up.

So now I’m asking you people, what do you do during these writer’s block episodes?

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