Of course, I forget about them, then come across them a year later. Often these are written as quick sketches of ideas, sometimes they are written while intoxicated, and always they make almost no sense. Instead of letting this brilliant writing go to waste, I have decided to share out-of-context drafts, in a new series I will call Feeling a Draft.
This one was written after ordering Indian food from Curry's. In addition to the usual Mild, Medium, and Hot options, I saw "Indian Hot" on the menu. I love spicy food, so of course I was all over that. This fragment of a post was my reaction.
This should include something to ease the burn, like yogurt, or tongue cream, or a girl to pretend to be tough in front of.
Uuungh, it burns so bad. Oh God. It's like sucking on Satan's cock.
Seriously, when the Spartans said they'd dine in Hell, they didn't know about this, or they'd've been like fuck these gates let's go eat some yogurt.
And of course I chose yesterday afternoon to clean my toilet.
Here is another one:
Screaming "woo" when drunk.
Throwing beer bottles off of balconies. And cigarette butts. If only you didn't throw that beer bottle off the balcony, you could have used it as an ashtray.
Good point, past self. Good point.