It’s 1:10 PM on a gorgeous Tuesday? Is it Tuesday? In July? What the hell has happened to my summer? Furthermore, what has happened to those good old days when it took forever for time to pass? Furthermore, why do I not have plans? I need plans!
I have been sitting around doing nothing for the past five days, and that bull puckey needs to stop right around now. I said NOW!
Yes, this is me having a fit like an angsty teenager on my blog, I don’t care. I have been cooped up and now it’s time for me to rant like a six year old who didn’t get some ice cream or a candy bar or something.
I have regressed to the years of not wearing a bra, watching VHS’s on a TV in my bedroom, and being too lazy to take a shower. My fingers ache from playing piano, my armpits smell like they were just harrassed by a baby skunk, and I have a water baby belly because fuck juice.
I do have something real to say, though. My nine month anniversary of keeping this blog is coming up this week. TWO DAYS! This proves that I can actually make a commitment to something.
The love search goes on unfruitfully, I’m afraid. Whether it has something to do with me being unlovable or if it’s my Wookie legs scaring them away, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m going to keep trying.