On Being Uninspired

Unmistakably Stratford

Holy Cow! I just realised I have not updated this since you last visited. You would not believe my anguish at my misdoings. Apologies to my regular readers! Even the little blue ones!

I am so busy with a weight-lifting regime, choosing my retirement village, just generally being a biatch to anyone unfortunate to cross my path. My day is a magical flight from the first cockadoodledoo from the rooster to 11pm at which point I fall asleep on the couch. I am totally loving it, dudes. Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.

I solemnly swear I will write something that makes sense soon. No, really! Assuming I don’t get distracted by counting my chest hairs…

(Thank you, Lazy Bloggers Post Generator, for making today’s post possible. I promise not to make a habit of using it. More blogging ideas are welcome!)

3 thoughts on “On Being Uninspired

  1. Today was hardly interesting for me, too, except when someone accidentally spat at me when I rode public transpo.
    I agree with tia, childhood posts are always exciting to read.

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