Rob Dario, actor/graphic artist
Dear Self,
It is a little disquieting that in my attempt to form a well-conceived rant, I am unable; finding it difficult to conjure up even the most trivial subject to rant about.
Being the person I am, I believe I should know myself the best: a man of passion and passions, at times eloquent with hints of wit, and idiosyncratic enough to certainly have loads of topics on which to rant, or at least a few topics on which to obsessively revisit time and again.
But alas, frustrated and even a bit down-hearted, I am empty-handed. I flirted with the idea of ranting about the women, who in my small worlds of romance, inevitably leave me. But their reasons for extricating themselves are always logical and understandable, so i find it hard to rant about those poor refugees.
So, in the end I am ranting about my inability to rant well. Maybe I should read the paper, take BART, or find a new girlfriend…
***Rob
Rantasaurus Says: Rob Dario is on the market, ladies. Everyone that has left Rob Dario is an idiot, a bitch and a harpee.
