No matter how witty it sounds at 5:05, i assure you that when you get home past midnight you no longer want to blog about it.
Also, someone should eventually teach me how to flirt, and how to keep my big dumb mouth shut.
Goodnight.
thoughts
Point being, do not expect me to post any hearts hidden in trees. Or, um… yeah. I’m going to go do some actual work now. Right. No more crushing. For, like, twenty minutes, at least.
Every time i get up from my massive green lawnchair to go anywhere i am treated soon thereafter to a massive electric shock, regardless of what it is i touch. Cd shelf, doorknob, lightswitch, speaker.
I Am All Charged Up.
You know, maybe this says a little bit too much about me, but the sheer act of someone putting an effort into paying attention to me despite all outward attempts to avoid attention on my part can really make my day.
I love letting you try to figure this stuff out, honestly, i do.
I am blogging from my home computer.
I am blogging from a DSL connection.
I am blogging while streaming my favourite Peter Mulvey song. In surround sound.
I do believe my technological life just experienced a much-deserved upgrade.
Improvements to my personal life still forthcoming…