If only blogging were always this easy
Coleman came downstairs just as I was giving up on trying to write a blog entry. I started to explain that I just wasn't getting any blogging vibes tonight. Naturally, he had something to say.
"What do you mean? It's easy. Just look around your room, pick out an object, and blog about it!"
"Coleman... That's a stupid idea."
"No, it isn't. You just have to make something up."
At this point, Coleman put on my cowboy hat (don't ask) and started swaggering around my room with what he no doubt imagined was a dashing cowboy-strut. He then started in with a drawling, monotone cowboy-voice, "I was born... a ramblin’ man --"
I cut him off, "Coleman, that is a song and you didn't make it up."
And now I'm blogging it... because I'm a sucker who falls for Coleman's clever attention-seeking ploys. He gets great satisfaction from being blogged about. I think he should get his own blog, cause he's free-loading off of mine and I don't fuckin appreciate it.
What a jerk.