The Thursday of No Topics
I wracked my brains trying to think of something interesting to post about today, but nothing's jumping up and biting me.
I've had whole bunches of people friending me over the last week. I don't know why, but welcome new people!
I guess I could talk about what a blast the Top Chef reunion show was, or how mind-numbing it was to have to watch 10 people dance the same solo on last night's So You Think You Can Dance, or how creepy the Manson Murders Ghost Hunters episode was, or how the Potterdammerung didn't really materialize, or how one of my best college friends just had another baby, or how I've become pathologically incapable of finishing a damn book, or about how they're going to release the Dark Knight teaser trailer tomorrow (we think) or about how my car just seems that much more rickety and decrepit after having driven the new car I was going to buy, or about how horrendously slow my computer at home has become, or about how I was trying to look for an Emily Dickinson poem the other night but now because of one of you bitches I can no longer read Dickinson without hearing "The Yellow Rose of Texas" in my head.
But I won't.
I've had whole bunches of people friending me over the last week. I don't know why, but welcome new people!
I guess I could talk about what a blast the Top Chef reunion show was, or how mind-numbing it was to have to watch 10 people dance the same solo on last night's So You Think You Can Dance, or how creepy the Manson Murders Ghost Hunters episode was, or how the Potterdammerung didn't really materialize, or how one of my best college friends just had another baby, or how I've become pathologically incapable of finishing a damn book, or about how they're going to release the Dark Knight teaser trailer tomorrow (we think) or about how my car just seems that much more rickety and decrepit after having driven the new car I was going to buy, or about how horrendously slow my computer at home has become, or about how I was trying to look for an Emily Dickinson poem the other night but now because of one of you bitches I can no longer read Dickinson without hearing "The Yellow Rose of Texas" in my head.
But I won't.