oh yes. here it is: i have writers block.
i have a few posts that are way s.t.u.c.k. in the back of my head. it is as if i can feel them back there holding on to my brain stem, so as not to be brought to the top of my head and then onto the screen. i want to write about good and bad. i want to write about filters. i want to write about friendship. i want to write about my children and motherhood, and how all of these things are linked together. i want to wonder about weak adrenals, and why depression is so scary, and that people run from it. scary, big, wonderful heady thoughts. they are all linked up together--like calcification, clogging the arteries of my thinkering.
you know what? i have been eating some bad high-fat foods. seriously! that is it! my synapses are crispy instead of flexible. shoot. stupid pizza.
hey pizza! you are making my blog boring and my thoughts dull. get out of my life! and quit planting your dirty little devilish thoughts as base as homer simpson: mmm. food. now that i've found you, ratted you out, confronted you, you can bet i am going to do what i can to get your pizza ass out of my brain, you got that, pizza? you messed with the wrong nutbag this time, you cheesey, saucey, crusty, piping hot, comes right to my door, cardboard box hiding brain cruncher! i want my head back.