somewhere there's a stolen halo
I guess the purpose of keeping a journal is to write in it. It's now obvious that I'm not able to live up to the task. Generally, journaling requires you to have something to write about, something you'd think I wouldn't be lacking. Clearly, appearances can be deceiving.
So, what to write about? I could mention how awesome all the guys were tonight, but I should think that would be fairly obvious since every time I was in the shot I had some ridiculous expression of enjoyment on my face. Or I could say something about how I'm not nervous at all about tomorrow, but I'm quite certain that would be a lie. I could randomly name drop so that those people would feel compelled to comment, but even I'm not that desperate.
I suppose this will just about have to do it. Unless by some miracle, I wake up tomorrow morning having had an epiphany overnight and rush to the computer to unleash the words that have been bottled up inside of me after years of repression.
And monkeys might fly out of my butt.
So, what to write about? I could mention how awesome all the guys were tonight, but I should think that would be fairly obvious since every time I was in the shot I had some ridiculous expression of enjoyment on my face. Or I could say something about how I'm not nervous at all about tomorrow, but I'm quite certain that would be a lie. I could randomly name drop so that those people would feel compelled to comment, but even I'm not that desperate.
I suppose this will just about have to do it. Unless by some miracle, I wake up tomorrow morning having had an epiphany overnight and rush to the computer to unleash the words that have been bottled up inside of me after years of repression.
And monkeys might fly out of my butt.