Funny, you know. I’m making entries in a journal for people who won’t even read this for at least a little while.
I must say that conceptually that is cool because it is very much like a journal in its traditional sense. Something that no one reads. Or is supposed to…
I had a friend, who shall remain nameless, that kept a journal most of his/her life. This person eventually mated up with a significant other who was/is a nosy parker or curious to say the least.
So this friend —anticipating that the significant other would read or attempt to read this (my friend’s) journal— decided to throw in a “red herring.” Something that positively wasn’t true; but something that would either a) draw the ire/attention of the significant other; b)in a sort of april fool’s sort of way, set the significant other off ’til they realized the charm of the prank… or c)which was now obviously what was to happen.
My friend included in his/her journal something along the lines of mentioning a 3rd person in this journal in a yearning and slightly erotic way.
……Do you see where this is going?????
So, the significant other found my friend’s journal, and lost his/her flipping mind.
Oblivious to this impending doom of mighty proportions, my friend could not have anticipated this because the harmless [so far] prank was conceived and planted probably 2 years prior.
Ahh, the richness of this prank knows no bounds. And that is the beauty of this friend; for he/she devises pranks on a daily basis without thought as to their repercussions. It’s a place reserved for high wire trapeze artists, intravenous drug users, and pure evil genius. You know, the story starts and already you’re going “oh no, oh no… OH NO!! even before it gets to the juicy part.
So, eventually my friend came home to find the significant other ready to peel my friends skin off his/her body and feed to him/her.
It took hours of therapeutic discussion, consoling well into the AM, teardrops and Three’s Company style, “oh we can laugh about it now” resolution to even get to a place of near calm. Frankly, the story was made public days later to friends and the intensity was still there!
My dad once said, if you’re going to write it down, make sure you want the whole world to know. To that perhaps you should add, if you’re going to fuck with your significant other, make sure you want your world to seem perilious for at least a few hours while you fix the fuckup. Nah, too long of a maxim.
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Today, I’m working on my site; setting up the message board. It’s technically live [the site] but I haven’t told anyone about it. Also setting up the audio releases and download section; I’ll try to get to that today too, if I can.
I’m almost done feeling sick, so time to start writing and recording again soon. Want to bang out this web stuff first though, it’s pretty time consuming.
Cya!
