My B-side

"This is a Lesson in Procrastination"

Perhaps, I’m dead? I cannot find a single emotion to fuel this punk fried blog. Home ended my sleeping drought. But in result, began an immovable writer’s block the size of Cuba. Last night I broke my I.D. card when watching Alias…Vaughn and Sidney totally “made out.” Anyway, my face has snapped in half which is convenient (I really loathe that picture, doesn’t look a thing like me). I think it’s a sign that I should cut my hair. That or move to the Netherlands. I babysat for Belgium kids once; they ran around screaming in Flemish. My little Hawaiian fruitcake ate cuttlefish in front of me tonight. It’s the rankest smelling edible specimen. Rach and I are taking water aerobics at the RB, my Grandma used to take a similar class at Brittlebank. But that doesn’t change its effectiveness…I have to study Philosophy now.

posted by Melissa at 02:01