hey light fixture, you are much too bright.

sometimes, i really really want to write something.

something funny, but with an edge of snark, and of course a hard-hitting dose of reality.

also, something that actually makes sense, unlike the above sentence.

but instead, i look on twitter to find inspiration from people who can write (albeit, in 140 characters or less), and alphabetize my records (i found some killer deals yesterday. who sells joan jett for 9.95? i mean really), and think about my day, which included some temp work, canned ravioli, a gilmore girls nap, and a yacht (themed) party.

also, i think about how i have an interest in writing introspectively, but quickly find it tiring, and probably more personal than i feel comfortable in sharing with the blogging world.

and finally, i think about things that annoy me, like the fact that i can't find any of the music that i want, or that i rarely say what i want to say, and the tiny tiny dimensions of my closet.

and now here i am, with something written, but not necessarily what i had intended. and i'm just going to go with it.

you're welcome internet.