Tubin' Again

I should have cleaned today. I should have done more laundry. I should have gone to the grocery store and bought groceries. Instead of doing any of those things, I made a vlog.

I watch YouTube videos all the time. I am subscribed to a bunch of different YouTubers and my husband told me I should make a real video and post it. He says I'm funny. I think it's just because he wants to have sex with me and he knows compliments get me hot.

This "work of shart" took me way to long to shoot, edit, save, convert and upload . Maybe that's because I have no idea how to use or find free video editing software, so I used the free Windows shite that came on the PC? Who knows. All I know is that in just a few short hours, I was able to birth my first actual edited vlog. Boner Petit!

MEOW X 5

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Dana C.

S: Stuck

I have writer's block. My brain is absolutely empty of things to write about. It's strange because I normally have a lot to say about nothing but for some reason, there's just nothing there. I don't know if it's just this time of year...there's so much distraction with holidays and politics and maybe all that crap just takes the space where my imagination lives. But I need to write. I need to get something out. It's like there's a shit log in my brain and I'm constipated, unable to push out the words.

"In Ernest Hemingway’s memoir A Moveable Feast, (my all time favorite book. If you haven't read it, do it. It's amazing) he recalls days spent in Paris suffering from writer’s block.  Hemingway tells himself, “’Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.’” 


One true sentence. That's scary to me for some reason. What I share something TOO true? What if I write something that, while it may be true, has no value? Whatever. I need to just get over this. Here are some truths:


I love bad TV. I like to watch Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. Jersey Shore, Sister Wives, Celebrity Rehab, etc. I will watch anything that looks like it will make me more stupid. What dumb TV shows or movies do you not usually share with people?

I love bad food. My #1 is Hot Pockets. I love them all: Hot Pockets, Lean Pockets, Pretzel Pockets, Breakfast Pockets. I love them all. There are 2 in the box, so 2 is a meal. They are incredible. I could eat them every night for dinner, no joke. I also love sugar. More than anything...except people. But seriously I will sugar over anything. I love cookies, cake, ice cream, candy...I love them all. I eat so much sugar that I will more than likely end up with some form of diabetes. I hope not, but I would not be surprised.

I am way too afraid of dumb shit. OK, I think it's perfectly acceptable to be afraid of bees so I'm not going to get into that one. But I am also afraid that the front wall of the house is going to fall off, I'm afraid that light bulbs will catch the ceiling on fire, I'm afraid of thunderstorms even though I pretend not to be anymore, I'm afraid that we will leave something out that one of the cats will choke on and die...and that's just the stuff off the top of my head. I basically spend my entire day trying not to lose my shit. 

I hate to clean. I used to have such a clean apartment. People who have spent time in any of my apartments in MA would be horrified to see how much I don't care about cleaning. Cleaning was easy when all i had was one cat. Now I have a husband, 5 cats and the dustiest bird in the world. I gave up very early. I haven't died from it so I don't care if the house is dirty. In fact, I'd like to think it keep people away, which leads me to...

I'm actually an ambivert (50% introvert and 50% extrovert). When I am out in the general population, I can interact and have fun. But the introvert goes home and hides in the nook of her husband. Home where there are no people, no surprise visits. I love them both equally. I used to think I was a fake fun person with this dark secret that I hated people, but that's not true (although some days I do hate people). I need a n equal balance in order to feel whole. 

So, there are 5 of my truths. While they may not have been the most earth shattering concepts, I was able to work through my writer's block, which makes me happy. What are some of your truths? Maybe you can use this technique the next time you need to get through a block.

Dana C.