I’m overflowing with post ideas right now.
I want to write about the Everyday Music girl. Seems she’s a popular topic for craigslist’s Missed Connections. Search for “Everyday Music” and you’ll see what I mean. I’m not the only shy guy who has been attracted to her beauty and friendliness.
I owe Athena a response to her post responding to my comment about the angry passionate comments she gets. Bottom line: I blog because I want attention. Duh. So of course I’m envious of the comments she gets. And she dresses ’em down so beautifully. Makes for entertaining reading.
I could go on and on and on about kipple, which is the useless stuff that accumulates everywhere, and was popularized by one of my favorite authors of all time, Philip K. Dick. I mention this because Grant Balfour posted about kipple on 43 Folders today.
I’ve got a rant inside me about something that’s very personal, but is probably more embarassing for others in my family than it would be for me. So I hesitate to write it out. But it might slip out at some point.
And every time I talk to Tracy I get a dozen ideas for things to post about. Today we discussed strippers who don’t shower before their shift, and walnut butterscotch fudge, and how hot Ricki Lake is and how not hot Amy Winehouse is, and when breasts (all breasts) look their best, and bootstraps and how I’m not finding them lately… lots of stuff.
And yet, I just want to hide in bed, pull the covers over me, and sleep all day. No energy.