Memoirs of a house cat.
At mi padre's. Many noisy sibs.
I love them, don't ever get me wrong about that. I'd do anything for any one of them in a heartbeat...But, I need to be somewhere a little more quiet with people closer to my "grown-up" age right now (egads, I never thought I'd ever say that). Or at least be somewhere where no one is playing Singstar. Oh how I loathe that damn "game".
Bar Broadway again on....Wednesday?? The Soph, clarification needed :-). I've been told by Legs that not going is not an option. Nice, right?
I'm still...Distracted. My head must be officially on holidays or something. I don't even want to focus on anything, lol. Writing is still out of the question. It's like a massive wave has shocked through my brain and the waters have gone cloudy with sediment. Each grain of the sediment is a separate thought and I think once, if, the sediment settles, I might be able to get some creative clarity going on.
I took this quiz thing to find out how much of a blogger I am and I was disappointed to find out that I'm only 75% blogger. I'd have thought my percentage was way higher than that. It's terrible that I would want that percentage to be higher, I mean, my life isn't that thrilling as it is. You know that you have a blog-addiction when something is going on in your life, like something is happening at that very moment, and you catch yourself thinking, "I can't wait to put this on LJ". Yes, life ends here.
Q. Why did the gerbil cross the road?
A. To get away from Richard Gere.
*sighs* Here's a question for anyone who reads this thing; What makes you smile?
I love them, don't ever get me wrong about that. I'd do anything for any one of them in a heartbeat...But, I need to be somewhere a little more quiet with people closer to my "grown-up" age right now (egads, I never thought I'd ever say that). Or at least be somewhere where no one is playing Singstar. Oh how I loathe that damn "game".
Bar Broadway again on....Wednesday?? The Soph, clarification needed :-). I've been told by Legs that not going is not an option. Nice, right?
I'm still...Distracted. My head must be officially on holidays or something. I don't even want to focus on anything, lol. Writing is still out of the question. It's like a massive wave has shocked through my brain and the waters have gone cloudy with sediment. Each grain of the sediment is a separate thought and I think once, if, the sediment settles, I might be able to get some creative clarity going on.
I took this quiz thing to find out how much of a blogger I am and I was disappointed to find out that I'm only 75% blogger. I'd have thought my percentage was way higher than that. It's terrible that I would want that percentage to be higher, I mean, my life isn't that thrilling as it is. You know that you have a blog-addiction when something is going on in your life, like something is happening at that very moment, and you catch yourself thinking, "I can't wait to put this on LJ". Yes, life ends here.
Q. Why did the gerbil cross the road?
A. To get away from Richard Gere.
*sighs* Here's a question for anyone who reads this thing; What makes you smile?