Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Who knew there were so many lesbians?
http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/003618.html
I'm really just blogging because I don't feel like doing any of the better things that I have to do (and there are plenty of them). Maybe nobody else does this, but sometimes I develop these weird mental blocks about things. Often things that I need to do, even want to do. I just put them off for a while because I know I won't enjoy doing them very much, and then somehow "a while" becomes weeks or months and I do strange and useless things (like this blog post) to avoid doing what I know I need to do. Like, you know, cleaning or laundry or Christmas cards or whatever. One day I'll have to grow up. Hopefully not anytime soon, though.
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my girlfriend? (I know the answer is yes, but humor me here.) I do. A lot. Enough that I am writing a blog about nothing in particular because I know that she likes to read them. Also enough that I halfway paid attention to the soap operas that were playing at the laundromat so I could make fun of them better when I talked to her.
In the two half-soaps that I saw, all of the following took place: one couple professed undying love for one another and there was a proposal of marriage (she said yes), one couple broke up, somebody named Jason was in the hospital recovering from brain surgery, somebody got called a bitch, somebody discovered a fact that would "change everything," and somebody was using somebody else's foolish teenaged daughter's actions against him. I think the teenager's name was Lulu, but I find that rather hard to believe, even for a soap opera. I kept trying not to snicker uncontrollably when they went all melodramatic (so approximately every 30 seconds) because there are some scary people at the laundromat, and I have no desire to get beaten up, but yeah...funny stuff.
And I really need to go to work now, because I have cakes to make tonight, and stuff, but I will maybe try to blog a little more regularly. But please don't hold it against me if I slip up. I'm only human, etc. etc. (You haven't posted in two days, Hannah. The blog police are coming! Run!)
I'm really just blogging because I don't feel like doing any of the better things that I have to do (and there are plenty of them). Maybe nobody else does this, but sometimes I develop these weird mental blocks about things. Often things that I need to do, even want to do. I just put them off for a while because I know I won't enjoy doing them very much, and then somehow "a while" becomes weeks or months and I do strange and useless things (like this blog post) to avoid doing what I know I need to do. Like, you know, cleaning or laundry or Christmas cards or whatever. One day I'll have to grow up. Hopefully not anytime soon, though.
Have I mentioned recently how much I love my girlfriend? (I know the answer is yes, but humor me here.) I do. A lot. Enough that I am writing a blog about nothing in particular because I know that she likes to read them. Also enough that I halfway paid attention to the soap operas that were playing at the laundromat so I could make fun of them better when I talked to her.
In the two half-soaps that I saw, all of the following took place: one couple professed undying love for one another and there was a proposal of marriage (she said yes), one couple broke up, somebody named Jason was in the hospital recovering from brain surgery, somebody got called a bitch, somebody discovered a fact that would "change everything," and somebody was using somebody else's foolish teenaged daughter's actions against him. I think the teenager's name was Lulu, but I find that rather hard to believe, even for a soap opera. I kept trying not to snicker uncontrollably when they went all melodramatic (so approximately every 30 seconds) because there are some scary people at the laundromat, and I have no desire to get beaten up, but yeah...funny stuff.
And I really need to go to work now, because I have cakes to make tonight, and stuff, but I will maybe try to blog a little more regularly. But please don't hold it against me if I slip up. I'm only human, etc. etc. (You haven't posted in two days, Hannah. The blog police are coming! Run!)
