So today after work, I spent exactly 2 hours wandering about both my home and my neighborhood, all while chatting with a friend of mine on the phone. Mother, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry about the phone bill and all. Anyway, after we caught up with each other, said friend, Emily, and I bounced some ideas around for the blog. Being a lucky dog who gets paid to edit content and churn out blog for a variety of companies, she’s a pretty good judge of what strikes a chord with all of you on the other end of this internet machine.
Meanwhile, like today’s title indicates, the interior of my brain is essentially a mass of cobwebs. If I could draw a crude depiction of what was in there now, I would go with one of those little blank faced emojis- you know, the kind with a hyphen for a mouth- and some generic, dust-covered linoleum tiling. I’m entirely stumped. Sure, I have some vague ideas of what I would like to write about, but nothing seems to stick around long enough to come to fruition. Apparently, the summer seems to bring on a universal topic-drought for bloggers everywhere. It wasn’t until I came across Whitney’s post on I Wore Yoga Pants to Work that I felt comfortable sharing my recent ridiculous ideas, or lack thereof, with you:
There was a very large moth on my car the other day. So big it covered half my license plate…the end.
I live alone, and sometimes this leads to socially awkward behavior. Like spontaneous singing. Is it just me?
When your boyfriend can’t dress himself, aka adventures in makeshift personal shopping.
Weird dreams I’ve had over the last month.
Maybe I’ll just do a collage of fancy coffee I drank this week? That’s a thing, right?
I suck at numbers so bad and I’m not sure how to manage my 401k.
Dear God, I’m almost 27. Maybe I should post a list of things to do before I turn 30? Nevermind, too stressful.
I took the Enneagram Personality Test yesterday. My results were absolutely accurate. This might actually have some potential- to be continued.
Odd rituals I find comforting in times of stress. This often involves TV Land reruns. Also, some potential here…
I haven’t taken a dance class in two weeks. I think I’m experiencing something akin to cabin-fever. Rolling around on the ground is like dancing, right?
I hope you find the idea of even beginning to write about these topics as amusing as I do. That moth, though. I literally had to stop myself from posting a photo of this thing for the last two Wednesdays’ blogs. Also, is blogging about blogging a faux pas? If it is, I’m horribly gauche.
I’m still totally surprised/amazed/so flattered that anyone actually reads my blog. I love you all for it, and it makes me absurdly happy. Thanks for reading.