The Momentous Return to My Blog! -- I know you've all been waiting, all 2.5 of you
Okay. I suck at blogging. It's clear. I went to read my friend's blog and was utterly humiliated (thanks a freaking lot Marcheline ;-)http://mrssplapthing.blogspot.com/) So, now I have to get off my ass and write something, er, I mean sit on my ass and write something. But I really just don't feel like revealing my secrets, for one thing they're probably too sordid, and for another thing, they are probably rather pathetic. Hmm, what to do? what to do...?
I could always bore people to tears and write about how I need to do laundry today, and try to clean my apartment. I am currently suffering from a bad case of C.H.A.O.S. -- Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome (yes, I made that up, aren't I such a little pointdexter?). So, my job is to bring order to chaos, which is tough for a grrl with anarchist tendencies. I'm much more inclined to want to run around the backyard waving a butterfly net in the middle of winter for no damn reason whatsoever. Maybe this indicates a pressing need to join one of those wacky cacophony societies. Wait, who am I kidding? I'm a one woman cacophony society. There goes that idea. I guess that means I have to do my laundry after all. Damn.
Oh well, at least I can score some more Homies series 8 from the gumball machines at the Laundromat. I could also have a nostalgic Good Humor ice cream cone from the vending machine, but I'm trying to eat better, and the sole disparate item I allowed myself from my recent healthy shopping trip was Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream (it was 50% off, how can a mere mortal resist such things?). Um, yea, and it's keeping with my no deprivation philosophy...I can eat a teaspoon a week, and then walk around the block 17 times. Yea, more like, I promised myself I would not eat it from the pint container with a soup spoon. I have told myself I will put it in a little bowl, and put the pint back in the freezer, otherwise I swear it's like the crack of all dairy products. One minute yer watching TV and delicately skimming off the top frosty layer of chocolate neatly and the next, your spoon is hitting cardboard -- "Wait a minute! How did that happen? Gah!"
In other news, I think it's time to make some coffee, and do something, instead of just writing about doing something. Bleh. Do I hafta? *pout*
I could always bore people to tears and write about how I need to do laundry today, and try to clean my apartment. I am currently suffering from a bad case of C.H.A.O.S. -- Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome (yes, I made that up, aren't I such a little pointdexter?). So, my job is to bring order to chaos, which is tough for a grrl with anarchist tendencies. I'm much more inclined to want to run around the backyard waving a butterfly net in the middle of winter for no damn reason whatsoever. Maybe this indicates a pressing need to join one of those wacky cacophony societies. Wait, who am I kidding? I'm a one woman cacophony society. There goes that idea. I guess that means I have to do my laundry after all. Damn.
Oh well, at least I can score some more Homies series 8 from the gumball machines at the Laundromat. I could also have a nostalgic Good Humor ice cream cone from the vending machine, but I'm trying to eat better, and the sole disparate item I allowed myself from my recent healthy shopping trip was Ben & Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream (it was 50% off, how can a mere mortal resist such things?). Um, yea, and it's keeping with my no deprivation philosophy...I can eat a teaspoon a week, and then walk around the block 17 times. Yea, more like, I promised myself I would not eat it from the pint container with a soup spoon. I have told myself I will put it in a little bowl, and put the pint back in the freezer, otherwise I swear it's like the crack of all dairy products. One minute yer watching TV and delicately skimming off the top frosty layer of chocolate neatly and the next, your spoon is hitting cardboard -- "Wait a minute! How did that happen? Gah!"
In other news, I think it's time to make some coffee, and do something, instead of just writing about doing something. Bleh. Do I hafta? *pout*
posted by scribe at 1/21/2006
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