TROPI-COOL, ICY ICY!
I don't know why I've had such a hard time writing entries for this blog lately. Sometimes I think of things that I want to say, but I know they're not going to be funny enough to be of any entertainment value. That, or I enjoy the potential of writing more than the actual act. That would seem to be true given the progress on my thesis. I mean, I have plenty of ideas now, but I don't want to write them down because they're going to be less perfect than they are, hazily, in my head.
Maybe I'll indulge in one of those egotistical year-end summaries in a few days, maybe. I feel like I've already processed a lot of things that happened this year, though, and I don't know if I want to dredge it up again. Maybe. Maybe I'll just tell you what kinds of cigarettes I smoked last year instead. The particulars are always more interesting to me.
The house is finally clean. Goddammit. It's a real uphill battle to keep it that way, though. I mean. Fuckin' A. And somehow I feel like I'm being an asshole for trying to keep things clean. But if I don't constantly pick things up or put dishes in the dishwasher, it never gets done. I'm trying to figure out if that's passive aggression on my part or not. I mean, come on, when did passive aggression get such a bad rep? It keeps the fucking house clean.
Jesus. I think I'm almost ready for my mid-career turn as a pissed-off homemaker. I really think I need to live by myself for a while.
I don't know why I've had such a hard time writing entries for this blog lately. Sometimes I think of things that I want to say, but I know they're not going to be funny enough to be of any entertainment value. That, or I enjoy the potential of writing more than the actual act. That would seem to be true given the progress on my thesis. I mean, I have plenty of ideas now, but I don't want to write them down because they're going to be less perfect than they are, hazily, in my head.
Maybe I'll indulge in one of those egotistical year-end summaries in a few days, maybe. I feel like I've already processed a lot of things that happened this year, though, and I don't know if I want to dredge it up again. Maybe. Maybe I'll just tell you what kinds of cigarettes I smoked last year instead. The particulars are always more interesting to me.
The house is finally clean. Goddammit. It's a real uphill battle to keep it that way, though. I mean. Fuckin' A. And somehow I feel like I'm being an asshole for trying to keep things clean. But if I don't constantly pick things up or put dishes in the dishwasher, it never gets done. I'm trying to figure out if that's passive aggression on my part or not. I mean, come on, when did passive aggression get such a bad rep? It keeps the fucking house clean.
Jesus. I think I'm almost ready for my mid-career turn as a pissed-off homemaker. I really think I need to live by myself for a while.
