I think I have run completely out of things to say. There really is nothing there. I think perhaps because there is a growing hunk that is quickly clogging up any entertaining thoughts from entering my brain. I hypothesize that this hunk is made up of all the things that are bothering me. Somehow, they have started out singular and grown to a plethora in very little time. I suppose I could name them off, but I'm sure they are very boring and not likely to bring laughs or "good times". So, for now, I am trying to take down this hunk, one thing at a time. When I feel a gap growing, I will blog again. But for now, I like you all very much and I only wish that movie-watching was appropriate all the day long.
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2 days ago
6 comments:
it is in my book...i almost just typed: in my block. I guess that just goes to show that I have converted fully to the east side ways. Debbie from the block, yo.
I thought you were talking about a hot piece of meat when you said hunk. I hope you will become your carefree self again soon. Well, I guess not completely carefree, but not so stressed with a hunk in your brain.
where is your lucky 7 list? i am so excited to see what yours would be. if you want you can use the same subjects i did, debboe made up her own, but you don't have to do that if you don't want to
I, too, thought it was a tasty snack type man you were referring to. Alas, it is not so.
Get cracking on the slevins
it's acomin, just you wait.
i was excited to think of an attractive male type thingy but that is not the hunk you were referring to. good luck with that. i imagine a giant blob the consistency of earwax.
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