14March 2002
|
You know, I really should have more time to update, now that I'm all unemployed and a shut-in. I should be like, posting 80 new things a day, don't you think? I could take all the personality tests in the world and y'all could know what kind of Buffy villain I am (Buffy herself perhaps) or what kind of art I would be. But instead I sit here with a blank Dreamweaver workspace unsure of what kind of story to tell. What do y'all want to hear? Maybe I should start taking requests. For the first time in my four days of unemployment, I'm bored. I've searched the job boards, I've emailed all my contacts, I'm caught up on all my journals. And now. Nothing. I'm just waiting till I can go spinning at 5 p.m. And it's not like I can even go to Starbucks or the mall, as I have no money. Oh, and yes, all my laundry is done and my apartment is clean. And yes, I know there are things called books that will entertain me, but if I were reading then I wouldn't updating, would I? Not like you could call this an update, really. More like a blabbering. I have a horrible confession to make. I can't keep it in anymore. My Christmas tree is still on my balcony. I know. I have a three month old dead tree on my patio. I look out my bedroom window and there it is, all sad laying on the ground with its stand still attached. I'm waiting till I can get Mo drunk and convince her to help me drag it to the dumpster under a cover of darkness. I feel better getting that out there. And that's all I have to say. But seriously, I'm taking requests. Whatta ya wanna know?
The notify wants you. And the forum wants you too, fool.
|
