Usually I can come up with something semi-interesting, but I have a serious case of writer's block. All day I was trying to think of something good to say. Actually, I've probably spent a little too much time blog-dreaming today.
For awhile, I thought I'd talk about my annoyances with public transportation, but everyone seems to write about that and I don't want to sound all whiney.
So then I thought I'd tell you more about myself. I even briefly considered doing the 25 Things list that is spreading like wildfire on Facebook, but I'm not sure I could think of 25 "interesting" things. Sure, I could tell you about my opposable thumb toes, the real reason I love green so much, or how my boyfriend and I REALLY met (not many people know the real story), but eh. Another time, another place.
When I got back from Pilates tonight, I was going to write about the engaged couple who didn't get to class on time and had to sit on separate mats across the room and then kept staring at each other in the mirror the whole class. Awkward. Or how I realized that I really must be the world's worst judge of age because I was convinced that this one girl I see every week was 16. But nope, today I finally noticed her big fat wedding ring. She must have been 12 when she got married, seriously.
Well, look at that! A whole post about nothing! Phew. Good cover, Pam.
I'll write about something real tomorrow...like maybe about my new haircut I'm getting after work tomorrow night. (Jagger bomb! Jagger bomb!) Wow, I just gave a shout out to a YouTube video. Oh boy.