Speechless. I'm utterly speechless. I have nothing to say (which, as many of you who know me, is a true rarity). Alas, I have come to the realization that today, and indeed for much of the past few weeks, I just don't have anything to say.
That's bothersome. Also, I'm becoming increasingly forgetful. For instance, I was about to say something, to write it down here in blog-o-world, and I forgot. Which leads me back to my first point - I have nothing to say.
Maybe, maybe there's some conspiracy out there...someone's seeping into my inner thoughts and extracting them, leaving me speechless and forgetful at the same time. While you might argue the ill-effects of paranoia, you might be wrong, and as scary as it sounds, I might be right - actually, that doesn't sound so scary at all...I quite like the sound of that really - I AM RIGHT.
Ohhh, I've got an idea for a movie - it's actually not my idea, but I was certainly influenced by something I saw on TV - mmmmm, tv, is there anything you don't know?!? - anyways, Jon Stewart said something in passing and well, I'm gonna write a script of sorts - and I'll be posting it online - bits and pieces at a time - and hopefully, it will be good, you'll like it and heck, I'll even take some creative input from you my readers, and you'll even get a writing credit or something. Then, when I become a big-shot Hollywood type, I won't forget you, I'll invite you out to my amazing Villa and we'll party and carry on like the rich mofo's we are...and it'll be all b/c I WAS RIGHT.
Much love to you all...enjoy the script to come!
Done.
EM
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