Slacker
That's me -- when it comes to blogging, that is.
I have moments where I want to write something, but honestly, who's going to read it? I don't have the need to document everything in my life anymore; well, between Facebook and Twitter, I don't need to blog, really. And I don't have an idea which would allow me to reform this blog into something like "Hot Sexy Guys," or "Recipes from a Ramen-Obsessed Geek" or something like that. I just don't have the gumption to do something like that.
I write when it feels like I need to write. Apparently that's tonight. But I'm not quite sure of WHAT to write. Even now I'm sort of feeling like rambling, if for no other reason to just pop the safety release and let some random thoughts out.
Someone asked me once if i thought I had Tourette's Syndrome. I said I wasn't sure, but I didn't recall ever having some unconscious reflex to say things out loud at random intervals. But then I thought about it. I sort of do. I just don't actually vocalize it but maybe once in a while.
I'll wake up and something weird will be in my mind, so I vocalize it. Or I'll be in the car and say something out loud which is funny (usually just to me; I wonder what people in other cars think when they see me laughing hysterically as I'm driving and there's no phone or headset near my mouth).
I don't know. I sort of wonder what my friends would say about that. But I also wonder if by asking them I'd make it worse. :\
Oh, and big(ha!) news of the week -- I still haven't gotten deodorant. I keep remembering to go get some and when the time comes...I got nothing. Well, nothing but body wash, toilet paper, Subway, some ice cream and some stamps. But no deodorant.
Maybe this is my mind telling me something. Maybe I need to stink before I can cover it up again. Or maybe I'm just losing my mind. (I've been losing pieces of it for years now, I'm sure of it.)
Eh, I don't know. Now I don't even know why I'm writing this. As I said, who's going to see it?
Oh, the picture -- I saw it online and thought it was pretty cool. But then again, it's He-Man. The only guy whose secret identity is totally gay bottom boy a la Kevin Williams, but when he turns into He-Man, he's like the hot blond leather top you always wished Falcon Studios would put under contract. (Or maybe that was just me.)
I have moments where I want to write something, but honestly, who's going to read it? I don't have the need to document everything in my life anymore; well, between Facebook and Twitter, I don't need to blog, really. And I don't have an idea which would allow me to reform this blog into something like "Hot Sexy Guys," or "Recipes from a Ramen-Obsessed Geek" or something like that. I just don't have the gumption to do something like that.
I write when it feels like I need to write. Apparently that's tonight. But I'm not quite sure of WHAT to write. Even now I'm sort of feeling like rambling, if for no other reason to just pop the safety release and let some random thoughts out.
Someone asked me once if i thought I had Tourette's Syndrome. I said I wasn't sure, but I didn't recall ever having some unconscious reflex to say things out loud at random intervals. But then I thought about it. I sort of do. I just don't actually vocalize it but maybe once in a while.
I'll wake up and something weird will be in my mind, so I vocalize it. Or I'll be in the car and say something out loud which is funny (usually just to me; I wonder what people in other cars think when they see me laughing hysterically as I'm driving and there's no phone or headset near my mouth).
I don't know. I sort of wonder what my friends would say about that. But I also wonder if by asking them I'd make it worse. :\
Oh, and big(ha!) news of the week -- I still haven't gotten deodorant. I keep remembering to go get some and when the time comes...I got nothing. Well, nothing but body wash, toilet paper, Subway, some ice cream and some stamps. But no deodorant.
Maybe this is my mind telling me something. Maybe I need to stink before I can cover it up again. Or maybe I'm just losing my mind. (I've been losing pieces of it for years now, I'm sure of it.)
Eh, I don't know. Now I don't even know why I'm writing this. As I said, who's going to see it?
Oh, the picture -- I saw it online and thought it was pretty cool. But then again, it's He-Man. The only guy whose secret identity is totally gay bottom boy a la Kevin Williams, but when he turns into He-Man, he's like the hot blond leather top you always wished Falcon Studios would put under contract. (Or maybe that was just me.)