Really not feeling the creative juices flowing.
I don’t seem to have any ideas to write about. And I’ve alluded to the reasons why this might be the case, but never really said it out loud. I’m assuming it’s from the recent break-up. Don’t get me wrong I’m not crying into my bacon (hmmmmm bacon) in the morning wondering why no one loves me or anything stupidly emo like that. I’m doing all right, but other than music and money/debt, “girls” and my interactions with them make up a large part of this blog, and that part of my life I’m just really, really, really sick of thinking about. So, I’ve taken a step away from the dating world, and have found that my life is pretty boring without the stupid interactions I have with the opposite sex. And while I have female friends I think of them as dudes with boobs, and therefore my stupid interactions with them are well, less stupid and entertaining (to you), and filled with a lot of inside jokes (which you will not get without a ton of exposition).
So while I ponder how to write about the creation of the perfect tuna-bake in a way that won’t make you, the reader, want to commit suicide, I’m going to lay off the blogging for a bit. I can’t tell you how long, but it shouldn’t be more than a couple, maybe a few months. Maybe.
But I’ll be reading all your blogs, taking copious notes, checking it twice, finding out who’s naughty or nice. And then ordering the relevant slutty angel or devil Halloween costumes (in your specific size, cause you know I stalk people like that) for you to wear to the party celebrating my return to blogging!
Oh and that one special Mr T costume, for the person that deserves it the most.
Yes, you. I’m looking at you.
I pity the fool that reads this blog!