Uh huh

There are times when I try not to write here, and then of course there are times when I have nothing to say and don't write. The first one is much harder to deal with than the second because it's like trying to hold back a train in motion. Not as dangerous obviously, but hard nonetheless. You see, I get something in my head and then the only way to get rid of it is to write it down. Hrm, that does sound like some kind of parasite, doesn't it? Maybe I got a brain-slug?! Oh god!
Anyway... when I don't scribble for a few days a few people usually tell me to (one actually tell me to "stop slacking!"). It used to be really hard to have nothing to say, for a while I was afraid I'd lost this wonderful thing of being able to write in a way that others enjoyed. Turned out I hadn't, but it's just like everything else I suppose; practise makes perfect. (Fine, so you might not enjoy this particular entry and I agree - it's not the best - but I can't stop the train in motion!) I actually had a point here, but I lost myself so badly now that I can't remember it, so I'm just gonna go and watch A Time to Kill instead. Samuel L. Jackson as something else than a hardboiled cop who's so "fucking tired of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane!", Sandra Bullock as something else than a woman who keeps falling in love, Matthew McConaughey as a person who can actually act. The best part though is Kiefer Sutherland. Oh my god. Lovely movie, that one.