Blogless Weekend

Wow, I managed to get all the way through the weekend without a blog entry. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but it’s, you know, a thing. I also managed to put off paying bills for another weekend. I keep looking at the pile and thinking, didn’t I set […]

Wow, I managed to get all the way through the weekend without a blog entry. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but it’s, you know, a thing.

I also managed to put off paying bills for another weekend. I keep looking at the pile and thinking, didn’t I set you all free? Go! Go! Move on! Yet it never works.

I did manage to draw blood (my own), do a mountain of laundry (not all my own), watch a football game (my team won), drink too much tequila (though not very much too much), and watch a lot of Veronica Mars (it’s almost all gone).

I did not get any writing done (despite staring at the screen and trying about five times), but I also didn’t do any work-work, which is good with the week I had.

Two days isn’t enough to decompress. I need another two, or three. But that’s one week down, two to go. Unless I go violently mad in the meantime and start to dig my teeth into someone. Which, you know, doesn’t sound so bad. Actually the more i think it, the more I like it.

Meanwhile, think I’ll just go off and think the wrong thing about several tasty females from Veronica Mars. Mmmm, blue hair…

7 thoughts on “Blogless Weekend”

  1. Dude,

    Listen my life took on new meaning when I said to hell with doing laundry. Now every week I go down to the local Laundromat and dump mine and the kids laundry off. $20 or $30 and I pick up the whole lot folded/on hangers in about a few hours. I fucking hate doing laundry. Give it a shot. Peace.

  2. Unless I go violently mad in the meantime and start to dig my teeth into someone. Which, you know, doesn’t sound so bad. Actually the more i think it, the more I like it

    Ya know, that doesn’t sound bad.. well, it sounds bad, but in a good way. If you know what I mean.

    I assume the blood loss wasn’t serious.

  3. I read uni and went unisex?

    And then I went uni as in unicorn. Purple unicorn with sparkles and wings.

    Oh, that’s a pegasus. A Horny pegasus.

    Bud Light commercials and girly teenage angst all wrapped into one.

    Damn, I think I just outed myself.

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