Man, I remember when I was positive I was going to blog all the time and love it and put ads on it and turn it into something sharable and great.
I'm such a fucking sham.
Drove around pretty aimlessly today since Lauren's out of town. Just one of those days. Just really, really bored for long stretches and I took an Excedrin just so I could get jacked up on caffeine for a while.
Probably not something I should do very often. Got some work done, but mainly I just sat around being furious about not having an office.
"BUT THE OVERHEAD," my overcautious business self said to me.
"You can go suck a fuck, John E. Warren, MBA," said I.
Then I ate a big thing of bread pudding and stared at my pot belly in the mirror while Bird the cat literally shoveled her tiny cat food into her face. It's like a tiny, furry Playmobil dump truck going to work. I want to glue little sticks on her back and put on a hard hat and go "CHUGGA CHUGGA CHUGGA WHOOOOOP" while she eats.
Jesus I need to get on that.
Hashtag Blessed, Basically
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I blog less when I'm happy. A lot less. I think that's true of everyone,
really. You're too busy experiencing the moment and spend a lot less time
moaning ...
10 years ago