I’m supposed to be working on my novel right now, but I got distracted. Writers block always tends to hit me toward the end of a project. It’s so frustrating trying to tie everything in together nicely. I decided to blog instead, because that’s what a mixture of writers block and procrastination will do to you.
My cousin Karen sent me this:
And then I proceeded to laugh my face off for 10 minutes in a row.
(My name is Jessica, in case you’re confused. Don’t eat my family though).
Now I feel like crying though. I was sitting here, reading some paragraphs in my book when I realized I could hear something I didn’t want to overhear that I normally don’t hear but thanks to Rogers fucking up and disconnecting our home services at the same time they disconnected our neighbour’s Internet, it was unusually quiet here. There was no Big Bang Theroy and thus I heard the big bang. In a desperate attempt to not feel like a creeper, I put on an untitled movie and it happened to be one of the Fast and the Furious movies.
Now, I wasn’t in love with Paul Walker, nor did I particularly enjoy the Fast and the Furious franchise, but for some reason I found myself very much near tears as I thought about Paul Walker’s tragic and ironic death.
I miss having funny sitcoms on for background noise. Now I have to choose between being sad about Paul Walker and being a creeper.