I have this sinking suspicion that I am very strange indeed.
All morning, I have been chanting to myself in my head. And this isn’t the first time. I do this quite regularly, as a way of remembering things. Whether it actually works or not is questionable, as usually I only remember half of the things I am supposed to remember. Today the chant has been, “Ohhhhhhh, birth control is my friend, friend, friend, friend. Birth control is my friend, friend, friend, friend.”
Seriously.
And I still haven’t taken my “friend” pill yet. So I really have no clue why I continue to soften my brain with such atrocities.
So I also have a sickening feeling that I’m impossibly lame. Sometimes I’m just too damned tired to really think about doing anything but sitting on my fat ass and watching The Office. Or, when I go to the bar, I really can’t think of anything to talk about with everyone there, so I feel like I obviously have no life to speak of. I get all excited when things happen to other people, like getting hooked up, or moving, or traveling. It’s almost as if I’ve resolved to living vicariously through other’s fortunes instead of creating my own. That’s just so fucking depressing.
Erm, I’ll write again when I’m not in such a funk.
Oh, and yeah, everything’s all moved over. I’m with powweb for hosting now, and they rock the party that rocks the party on the partywebosphere, dig?
I remember having a v. interesting conversation with you at the bar about all sorts of stuff last Wednesday. Like, for reals. Get over yourself, babe. You rock.
Posted by: ms.chan at May 17, 2004 9:53 PM