The AC is out in the car. And we live in San Antonio, TX also known as the hottest part of the world. I have been sweating so much the last few days that I am pretty sure my electrolites are one milligramiliter away from sending me into the hospital. My jeans are stuck to my legs and now look like skinny jeans instead of bootcut relaxed. Something needs to be done STAT. I want to lose weight but not by dying in the process. Oh and my hair is tired of blowing in the wind. It stopped being cool and sexy somewhere around 4:30 p.m. Tuesday.
Lately, I have been feeling like the absolute most uncreative, super chubby version of myself. Seriously, I have this cute blog journal with lists of things that happen throughout the day that I know must be documented in blog form. But the moment I decide to write I feel so ordinary and uninspired. Kind of like that chick from The Ring has crawled out of my TV and is now standing infront of me sucking the spectacular and awesomeness out of me. Leaving a bit or ordinary me lying on the ground. Or was that The Grudge.
Hence, the lack of postings. I am afraid that if I write everything will be negative garbage. Hmmm perhaps it is too late for that.
Yesterday I read an article, somewhere online (pinterest- brings out the ADHD in everyone) about the use of the word "I" in status updates and blogging. Apparently using "I" frequently gives off a feeling of negativity to the reader. Its makes a person seem lonely and isolated. My only thought is FUCK. What to do now?
And The Office ended last night. Change you are freaking me out. And usually I welcome you. I think I need a moment to shake my fist at life.
Love Junkie. 