An odd title. Yes, I know. It's just because I'm at my cubicle (People around here like to call it an "office". You have to use air quotes when you say it out loud.) where there is a photo of Julio Iglesias pinned to the wall. I don't even really know why... I just put it there. Because how is that not funny? It is right beside a set of Wrestlemania (I, III and VIII) collector cards that Amanda found in the basement. What can I say, I have eclectic taste.
SO ANYWAYS... the whole point of this post is to talk about how after thinking about it for 2 days I could not think of anything to write about. Seriously. I have nothing. Isn't that crazy? TOTALLY!
The funny thing about this situation is that I have been really bothered by the fact that I couldn't think of anything to write about. So I am writing about having nothing to write about, just so that I have something to write about! This whole thing could have been avoided if I wasn't always so worried about people thinking that I am not funny. Since the inception of my blogging career, it has created this whole new source of anxiety. Because, you know... if I don't stick something up here every 2 days THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE WILL EXPLODE. BECAUSE I AM THAT IMPORTANT.
Oh sure, you laugh at that statement... but there's a reason I have made $1.84 off of this here blog. I've gotta keep this up, because in 20 years I would like to buy some jelly beans. I only like the expensive gourmet kind, so you can see why I need to save up. I must be able to keep myself in the lifestyle in which I have become accustomed to.
On a side note, I think I have been watching too much Seinfeld. Can you tell?
4 comments:
This happens to me all the time Sarah. I seemingly run out of things to write about. That's when I sit back and wait for things like, say a naked dude being escorted out of the library to happen. And then, cha-ching!, back in business!
If you would have gone for the free beers I offered when you were lamenting about your impoverished state I am sure you would now have tons of things to write about...
Blame it on my kindergarten teacher, who told me not to go anywhere with strangers!
Smile - usually that is a pretty good rule to live by. Then again, my kindergarten teacher told us if we made faces at each other they would stay that way forever. Beginning to think kindergarten teachers may swim in the shallow end of the teacher-talent pool.
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