Friday, September 18, 2009

A little more than nothing, but not by much

I am staring at a blank page. I'm not sure of what I want, should, could write about. Sometimes it is difficult to not only know what to write, but to be able to write what I want. It is an odd and some what perplexing problem.

I could write about my directory issues; especially the teenager that refused to ask for help and therefore caused me extra work. Nope, kind a thing that could get a person in lots of trouble.

I could write about my coworker issues, especially the one that is mean to me but some how refuses to acknowledge that she has been wretched to me. Nope, she might very well read the blog, and all I really want is to be left alone. I don't want to start any trouble.

I could write about the drummer, but, again, the blog although my personal little journal is read by people that who may love me but want to crush my heart by bashing any male that enters my life. So, I don't want to write about how utterly fabulous I think the drummer is.

And that is how you write a second post about nothing.

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