In A Shiny Chocolate Wrapper!

Ok, I’ve been thinking about it. Doesn’t everyone want to write and post in a blog that is so interesting it pulls people in and makes them want to read it? Well, don’t count me out. I’m beginning to wonder if I’m becoming desperate in this, because this is my fourth blog post here today. But maybe that’s just me wanting to write down what I’m thinking about, or my latest piece of poetry. You see, I want people to read something I write and go, “Oh, isn’t that interesting, isn’t this fun to read, fun to think about?” And not like what I write out of sympathy for a trying thirteen-year-old. If that makes any sense.
I admit, yes, I take pride in being able to spell at what I believe is college level. I take pride in my writing skill, and I want them to be seen. I want to reawaken my writing skills, seeing as I haven’t used them in a very very long time. I’ve zoomed in on art and music, which, don’t get me wrong, are two of my most favorite things in the world. But in reality, I really miss writing, because it lets me express in almost any way possible. I want to tell stories, be mysterious, be heard, if you will. And I want to not babble, like I am doing as of now. Oh, hurray! Please pardon the useless babble of all my “want”s and such. I shall stop. You’re welcome!

I look at my mind like a stockroom full of shoes. The shoes are bought and eventually worn out, but there will always be another pair of shoes as a runner up. Though this thought really came from the movie I am currently watching, Kinky Boots, a terrific and witty telling of the tale of a man who runs a shoe company after his father dies and helps a black cross-dresser produce beautiful, of course, kinky, boots that will support a man’s weight.
God, I love gay people. They are awesome. And if you have a problem with this opinion, come here and I will personally tie you up with the cord of a toaster and hang you right in front of a gay bar, one, to enjoy myself and mingle with the wonderful gay people, and two, to laugh at you because you don’t like gay people.
Seriously, they are the people who know best.

I want to dance in the light and reflection of Mardi Gras beads, lalalala. Making up songs is marvelous!

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