This is what happens when you’re in a bad mood, stressed, and have writer’s block.
I declared this week “What is Love?” week on my blog, which was really a dumb ass idea. Since I obviously have no idea what love is, I can’t really talk about it then, can I? Huh? HUH?
There are only so many posts (one, really) where I can a.) talk about how I’ve never been in love and b.) realize that I have no idea what the hell love is.
This really makes me want to write a post about how I’m going to turn into “that woman”. You know, the one that you see in the supermarket with dream catcher earrings, talking really loud to herself, then directing questions to passersby, laughing hysterically before the passersby even finishe a sympathetic answer, loading up the cart with 25 cans of Chicken Corn Chowder soup which she will eat at home alone later that evening while watching a Monk
But then I realized I’ve already written that post. About four times now.
Am I really that boring?
That I not only have no idea what love is, I also have nothing to write about?
Great. So now, this leaves me sitting here in my underwear, with a tumbler of Jameson, the Tivo on pause for the last 30 minutes while I not only contemplate writing, I’m contemplate my whole existence.
Oh, I know!
Maybe I’ll text a couple of ex-boyfriends and see if that does anything. I’ll be right back and keep you updated….
So needless to say, I AM that boring. The only texting I did, was send my recent ex who I still talk to every day, a photo of my reflection in the bathtub metal nobby thing (what the hell is it called?) because I looked retarded in it. Then I went to bed at 10:30PM.
I was going to put the picture up cause it’s PG, but I look like the bad dude in that Twilight Zone episode, “To Serve Man”. You know, the one where these aliens come to Earth acting all nice and E.T.-like, telling everyone to move to their paradise-like planet, but what they really want to do is use their cookbooks called “To Serve Man”. Yep, you got it. They are going to eat YOU and that just freaks me out way too much.
Imagine this dude looking back at you in the tub. IMAGINE IT!
Here it is.
LOOK AT IT!
I look like I’m secretly tricking you into moving to my planet so I can eat you later on.
That smug grin…
Happy that “What is Love?” week is officially over. I obviously can’t handle it.