ticking..

hullo everyone.

yes, i actually have things to write about, even though no one really wants to hear me talk. so, since no one cares, I'm quite literally, talking amongst myself.

hello self.

it seems that no matter how many times I post comments anywhere in mibba, I am still stuck at 81 posts. no, it does not change as I post more... and I feel so vulnerable at "Writer's Block." it gives me writer's block just looking at the words writer's block. that would explain why right now I have writer's block. I just cursed myself with those unnerving words. I should prolly ask Dujo about it; he might have a solution or an answer. I like answers, makes you feel twice as smarter as you did a couple minutes ago before you asked such question and such answer was given. ah, it is now 11 at night. the olympics are on; I'm still waiting to see my beloved Michael Phelps win once again, another gold medal. I'll be happy either way if he does or does not win another medal. he is still facinating to watch swim and I could probably watch him eat everyday. yes, he eats a super duper heavy "hearty" breakfast consisting of breakfast sandwiches, bowl of grits, eggs, chocolate chip pancakes... much more too, oh I think french toast is among the list? I'm sorry to say that my boyfriend is waiting most patiently for me to call him so we can talk until I pass out on the phone once again. he likes to listen to me sleep...I suppose it is comforting since we don't get to see each other that much. I miss him already just being here on the computer. well, dear self (and to those amazing and lovely people reading along with self) I must conjure my phone from the depths of my room and dial my love so we can wisk the night off its feet and use it as a comfortable pillow. goodnight, darling(s).

- Jenny