Disgust numero uno:
I've blogged twice this morning, posted them and then immediately took them down because they were dumb. I don't know where this self-imposed critique is coming from, but I'm damn tired of it. I read other people's blogs and think, "That's cool.. why can't I write like that?" But my stuff comes out all stupid-like and dumb. Plus, I don't have anything good to write about. I feel like I need an adventure or a divorce (Woodrow) so I can have stories to choose from. And let's not even discuss how bad of a storyteller I am.
Disgust numero dos:
Bah. I'm hungry. I'm going to go warm up my Olive Garden leftovers (the other half of my entree that I didn't eat last night- go me!) and get ready to go to the gym. Yes, that's right. Today's the day I get my butt moving again... Lord knows it needs it.
But what I'd really like to do is go pig out on some mexican food and beer. How's that for irony?
I actually saw both those posts via bloglines and went to comment but they were gone. I thought I had lost my mind. I didn't think they were dumb at all, but i understand how you feel. More than half the time I think my posts are lame, like today's but I fetl like I'd rather post something than not at all. Probably not a good thing.
I'd go with the beer, but that's just me.
Sometimes being in shape is overrated.
left over entrees are the bestest!
and YAY for gym time!!
I hurt my wrist today trying to open a stubborn file cabinets. And the other day I struggled opening a jar.
So I think I've hit rock bottom in the out of shape well.
Divorce isn't all it's cracked up to be. You're not missing much (except alimony).
I always enjoy your posts. All of them. I've never read anything (too) dumb here.
My posts are the lame ones. I have no writing talents whatsoever.
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