I'm still vlogging, but busy. I learned I can't shoot a video unless I've just brushed my teeth. I know you can't smell the internet, but still...
So I need to remind myself not to be verbose. Less is more, after all.
Six-Word Memoirs at smithmagdotnet is my new favorite form of creatively inspiring time-wasting. Here's some I wrote for myself, some friends, and fictional characters that I'm directing/writing. I figure mine are safely unrecognizable - amidst all that vagary and "write what you know" that plagues most young authors.
Might poke too far with q-tips.
Ate cereal out of giant bowls.
She's got on her business socks.
Got high, chased stars, thanked everyone.
Maybe you ARE just regular boys.
Don't stay love - visit every day.
Would have stayed on the island.
Everything is great. How fucking boring.
Drives women mad by ignoring them.
Will one day be a cougar.
I'm fighting here in the field.
Gives in to scary furniture ladies.
Is a snowflake on your face.
Will always smell like butterscotch pudding.
Makes pies to sacrifice to love.
Hot dogs wrapped in cinnamon rolls.
Will play until she can no-scope.
Loved some professors with her eyelids.
Leaving's the only way to win.
Time to watch some more vlogbrothers.
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