Conversing With Myself - Oh oh oh oooohhh

The conversation went like this...

Me: Are you out of your ever-lovin' mind? 

Me Too: Oh, come on! It isn't nearly as hard as going bathing suit shopping or having to step on the scale the day after you've hit the Chinese buffet or figuring out how to put a stupid asshat widget onto the blog page.  Stupid technology...


Me: You have got bats in your belfry. Oodles of them even, building condos and shopping malls - that head of yours is bat mecca.


Me Too: One month. It's a short month even. 

Me: Because there are 30 days instead of 31?

Me Too: SEEEE!!!

Me: And because I was so successful in February, with ONLY 29 days?

Me Too: We can just chalk February up as a practice month.

Me: I am NOT doing NaBloPoMo again. 

Me Too: You know you want to. The thrill, the frenzy, the flow of creativity, the....

Me: ...writers block, the fretting over lack of material/ideas/wit/charm/creativity/coffee with enough whipped cream - all of these are very, very bad things.

Me Too: Whiny little putz.


Me: Putz? Did you NOT read yesterday's post from the lovely Melanie? You need some prescription strength nice pills!


Me Too: Fine, whatever...no skin of MY nose if you don't want to make more friends. 

Me: {pretending not to listen, or care...maybe even rolling my eyes and "pfft"ing a little}

Me Too: NaBloPoMo is a great way to meet NEW friends. MORE blogging friends. MORE great blogs to discover.  That means even MORE opportunities to sit on your ass and just read.  And...and...even more people to harass into guest posting offer guest post spots to!! That means YOU don't need to write!

Me: I'm listening...

Me Too: Just sign up for NaBloPoMo and write a post every day. What'll it hurt? It's just your fingers flying across the keyboard, words on the screen...only 30 measly teeny tiny days of it. No big deal. Zipping up your jeans after a Chipotle burrito is harder. 


Me: That's kind of why I don't wear jeans anymore. I like stretchy stuff. 

Me Too: Yeah, I've been meaning to talk to you about it. Perhaps we should do that right now, talk about cutting back on the whipped cream and the coffee and the wine and...

Me: Fine, I'll think about it. But on days when I can't think of anything to write, YOU have to do it for me.


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That's when my head exploded.


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If I can find all the pieces, of my brain,  I might...MIGHT...participate in the April NaBloPoMo.

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There will even be prizes.


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This time I'm NOT kidding! 


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I KNOW, RIGHT!!! I really sort of am that awesome.


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BTW, Me Too, I'll cut you if you ever lay a finger on my coffee...just sayin'...


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And then my head exploded again.


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Also, too...the post title should be sung to the tune of Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself". You're welcome for that earworm. Have a nice day.