Geez... Here I am two months back into the swing of blogging and I'm bored. Oh, there are plenty of things I want to write about. I've two posts a-brewing in my head; one about my penchant for coffeeshop loafing and the other about how much I fucking hate Fauxkowski poetry. (Bukowski -- yay, Fauxkowski -- nay).
Writing about these things takes thought and effort. I would have to think of a witty way to convey adoration and malice. I would need to pay attention to grammar. In essence, it would take too much effort for this lazy gal to muster.
When did I get so lethargic?
This is all I feel like typing:
"blahbibbly blahbibbly blah... yada yada yada..... whawhawhawha..."
See? I'm coming unhinged.
Rather than posted dull quips on quality espresso and the use of the word fuck in poetry I'm off to crawl back into bed with House of Leaves. I would like to finish that book today, but I need to read it before dark because I am a complete and total pussy.
Bon soir, bitches.