As long as I'm repeating myself over and over and over, I'll say that sometimes I really wish I could still write.
I have lots of ideas for blog entries. No, really, I do. Please stop laughing.
Like tonight. I was watching this movie that this one girl says is about this one dipshit, and it gave me an idea for a blog entry. It's a really good idea, and one that I haven't touched upon here before.
And that, unfortunately, takes me back to where I started.
I wish I could still write.
Because this is, like I just got done saying, a good idea for an entry. It could be funny and sad and thought provoking and maybe even moving. Tears of laughter would intermingle with regular tears. Yes, it's that good.
So good that I find myself woefully unworthy of writing about it. It deserves better than me.
I keep thinking, hoping, that it will come back. That elusive quality that my words used to have. Where I'd come back weeks or months or even years later, reread some words I'd once written, and think, "Wow, I did a hell of a good job with this entry. Almost like a real writer."
But, right now, tonight and this week and this year and fuck even this decade I suppose, that old spark just isn't there. I certainly try, every now and then when I feel like it, but my words no longer live up to my thoughts.
With all that drivel said, here is, in my opinion, the best thing I ever wrote.