There is a fine art to procrastination.
Much like sleeping in, its awesome, right up until everything goes South and the situation turns on you like prison rape, uncomfortable leaving a lingering awkwardness.
And that brings us to this morning.
The blog, when I am being diligent and writing it ahead of time, is usually scheduled to post at 0500 Pacific time every Friday.
Unless I have Friday off, then I write it on the fly while at my favorite breakfast spot.
So what happened today?
Me, is what happened today.
I am not seated in my favorite breakfast spot, I am at work, just barely 15 minutes early, desperately pounding out words for you ungrateful bastards.
Speak of the devil and he appears, my phone just buzzed with a text from one of the blog devoted.
“No blog today? You lazy fuck.”
Not to turn this into an angry backlash, but when was the last time any of you whiny bitches scribbled anything other than a complaint for me?
And lets get one thing straight, I do not work for you.
You did not pay for this.
I did not take your sister to prom and do barnyard shit to her. (Although I probably know who did.)
And while people only value what they pay for, they piss and moan like old women about free stuff.
The sick sadistic side of this is that there is an evil side of me that does enjoy making people upset.
I have crawled around on the inside of my own head long enough to know that I am at peace with my inner asshole, that it really doesn’t spill out into the rest of my life in a detrimental way, and therefore I like to encourage the little guy.
Now, true, he is a little spoiled, my inner asshole is, and tends to be disruptive, but he is mine, therefore, I am of the opinion that he is brilliant and beautiful.
A lot of people don’t get it because they don’t have one of their own.
As a society, we have been systematically beating down our own asshole urges to the point that it only comes out under extreme stress or is alcohol induced.
And that is never pretty.
The repressed asshole is an over the top diva, that once she makes her entrance, all hell breaks loose.
Bar fights, pregnancies, STD’s, lost jobs, and family feuds, all are possible when dealing with the repressed asshole.
So take a tip from me, I started taking my IA (Inner Asshole) out for some quality time, just the two of us, back when I first started this blog.
Liberating is a word that comes to mind, so does indulgent, but cathartic is there also.
Free your mind, and your asshole will follow.