Everything I live and breathe is written on an album sleeve

[teresajade]

I found a photo tonight of me with my boobs hanging out.  I was pretty impressed by how good they looked in it.  God only knows whenever that was it taken.  God only knows whichever lover took it.  All I know that it sure as hell wasn't recent, but I must've hung onto it for a reason.  I thought about scanning it in and posting it, just for the fun of it.  But then I decided, no.

Besides LiveJournal would probably kick my ass for posting nude pictures of myself in my journal.  Not like I care what this site does.  I just noticed tonight that this would be my tenth entry in more than two years.  With all the information they'd have to go on, one might think I'm pretty boring.  My guess is that they'd be right.

I've been busy though.  Work Work Work.  And I'm not one of those people that feels the need to write down every single thing that ever happens in my whole entire life.  As if that wasn't already obvious.  Actually I'm surprised by all the things I've written here already and wonder how or why I've done it.

Which is the same thing I'm wondering now.  I guess I just write to alleviate boredom.  Which is rare.  Very, very rare.

So I'm not boring, you see.  Just bored, from time to time.