I was accused by someone yesterday of having writer’s block since I posted for two days straight about the snow in London. Despite the fact that the snowstorm in Southeast England was this country’s biggest news story since Jordan’s third breast reduction or something, you think I would be cut a little slack. But noooooooo. Some people are really demanding. It’s not enough that I post every Monday-Friday of my life. (Try it yourself- not so easy. Especially when a typical day for me includes watching old tv shows on Slingbox and standing in front of the freezer eating frozen corn from a bag.) I also have to be enjoyable to read. Well screw that.
So now in defiance of this frenemy of mine, I am going to boycott today’s intended posts, namely:
- When My Shower Goes From Cold to Hot to Freezing to Scalding Every Two Seconds, I Think of Ingrid Betancourt and Her Years in Captivity By FARC in Colombia and Then I Remember to Hold My Complaints
- When Crossing the Street, People In Europe Seem to Want to Smoke Their Cigarettes Directly Into My Uterus
- I Know This is Weird But Clowns Actually Don’t Bother Me
So today I will only write on demand. Your requests will become my post.