January 22, 2004

The bitter end of bloggin' as we now know it

I have been sittin' here for a long while just starin' at this box tryin' to figure out what to tell ya'll. I mean I started out this mornin' flat and it has continued in that vein through most of the day. There just was not a whole lot that interested me. I looked and looked for some inspiration, some spark to inflame my passions. It just did not happen. I ain't too sure what it is. Have I gotten a case of the post-SOTU syndrome? Do I need help? Do I need treatment? Do I need wild monkey sex? Mostly, I think, I just need to go to bed. I can just lay there listenin' to the rats scramblin' 'round in the attic, thinkin' how my life could be so much better if my navel was not so choosy 'bout those navels with which it will come in contact. I adore my navel, but it can be so neglectful of my needs and wishes. Navels, what can ya do about 'em. You're just stuck with 'em whether you want to be or not. Well, we did it, we got to the end. Yay. Now I can go to bed. End of Report.

Posted by notGeorge at January 22, 2004 11:51 PM

Personally, I think you need wild monkey sex.

As luck would have it, I have just the beast. A semi-tamed macaque bitch, who lost her offspring in a Marburg virus sweep. She's willing and able, and, truth be told, pretty hot from what they tell me. Drop me a line.

Posted by: Velociman at January 23, 2004 02:42 AM

Hey you're having the same problem that I'm having. Uh, no, not the needing the monkey sex, that's definitely NOT my problem - plenty of that; however, I just can't think of anything to write about anymore.

So I guess I'm having only 1/2 the problem you're having. I was feeling pretty low until I read about your problem(s)...thanks for cheering me up! ;)

Posted by: Laura at January 23, 2004 05:11 AM