Lack of entries means lack of interest in my own life.
NOTHING. HAPPENS. TO. ME.
I guess we could go on the theory that things don’t happen to people, but that people make things happen. But honestly, who has the energy? It’s exhausting enough to lead an uninteresting life. Or maybe I’m just fucking lazy.
Either way, nothing substantial to report on. And every time the version of me that walks around in my mind stumbles upon a solid thought, I always forget what the thought was before I can blog about it. I could be making dangerously witty insights about the human condition, and nobody will ever know!
I will soon write my opinions of some of the books I’ve been reading and movies I’ve recently checked out. Yeah. That should do it.
(The real reason I’m speechless is probably because most of my thoughts have strayed into FEELINGS OF LOVE TOWARD WORK GUY. I AM ENAMORED. I’VE FORGOTTEN WHAT THIS FEELS LIKE, AND IT’S NICE TO HAVE SOMEONE INSTEAD OF SOMETHING (or idea) TAKE UP YOUR BRAIN POWER.)
