I put a dart board in my home office, where I write, thinking that if I needed a distraction from my writing, I could always play a game of darts.
I spend 8 or 9 hours a day in my office.
I haven't written a thing since my previous post, but I am getting really good at darts.
With Continual Reference to Justin Kahn.
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Yes Justin, I still read your blog. Call me sometime. Jess and I would love to see you (and your dog with its huge poops).
Now I know your secret to writing success. Ha, ha! You know this means I will soon be installing my own dart board. Just try to keep up with my genius. (By the way, Curtis' post is gross. Who posts about poop?)
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You have taken irony to a new level. j.
Curtis,
I guess I can't bring Leo to the Undisclosed Restaurant, but I share will bring pictures of the gold mine that is my back yard.
j.
Rachel,
First of all I must say that I am completely appaulled by Curtis' post too, and of all the smut on the internet we are certainly right to target Curtis, as the source of every kind of evil.
Second, while the dart board is fifty percent of my writing secret, the other fifty percent is frequently stepping in the giant turds that leo leaves everywhere between my back door and the car.
j.
And by "appaulled" I mean an altogether different, but difficult to spell word.
j
P.S. Comment #7.
Damnit. What am I supposed to do with no dog in my ownership? Do you suppose ferret poop will do? I assure you, it is extremely revolting.
r,
All I can say is this:
Hemmingway---Dog Poop.
Dan Brown--Ferret Poop.
Sorry.
j.
Rachel, if it makes you feel any better, your ferret poop is nasty. Especially when they claw and bite you, then try to smear small feces in your wound. Crafty animals.
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