You should totally write something about Steve Miller. <\/p>\n
Steve Miller?<\/p>\n
Like about Jet Airliner<\/p>\n
Why would I write about that?<\/p>\n
I love Jet Air Liner!<\/p>\n
Well, I don’t have anything else to write about that isn’t depressing.<\/p>\n
See?<\/p>\n
What the fuck would I have to say about Steve Miller? I like his music well enough, I guess, but not enough to write about it. I shouldn’t be allowed to start drinking until I have written 400 words. I am uncreative after being plied with wine all evening. <\/p>\n
You could always miss a day. <\/p>\n
No I can’t. I need to make it until mid-July to make a whole year. <\/p>\n
How do you come up with ideas? I don’t have 365 ideas. <\/p>\n
Me either. That’s why I will end up writing about a conversation about not writing about Steve Miller. <\/p>\n
It could be worse. You could be writing about ABBA. <\/p>\n
That’s an awful thing to wish on me!<\/p>\n
It wasn’t a wish. It was an attempt to force you into committing an act of gratitude. <\/p>\n
Act of gratitude would be a good band name, or even blog title. <\/p>\n
I am a little “over” gratitude as a topic. <\/p>\n
That seems like a bad idea. <\/p>\n
So, Steve Miller.<\/p>\n
Fuck. What the fuck am I going to say?<\/p>\n
I already told you–talk about “Jet Air Liner.”<\/p>\n
No. I don’t even know the words!<\/p>\n
You could skip a day. <\/p>\n
I suppose Google could find song lyrics. <\/p>\n
Oh good. I can’t wait to read it!<\/p>\n
I am so screwed. Do you have Jet Air Liner on your iPod?<\/p>\n
Of course!<\/p>\n
You win.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"