Anyway I guess I just don't have the necessary gene for this. I'd like to be able to just run rampant about what happened yesterday... um... nothing? Or write several paragraphs on how I took the dog for a walk and he pulled me through puddle after puddle of gross mud (yeah that didn't happen, and it still only took like one sentence). Maybe my life is just too boring (yeah, it's not I promise I don't want anymore excitement), or I just suck at this whole writing thing in general. <- that right there is probably it in a nutshell.
Whatever, I'm still here trying to keep it regular (heh, heh still cracks me up). I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm sorry I suck and I'll try to remember that it would probably be funny to read about how my dog that likes to sit in my lap when I'm in the recliner, once jumped into my lap and sat right down in my full bowl of cereal. You know it's not funny when you're kinda late to work because of it, but in retrospect, it is kinda funny that I said "fuck it," and ate the cereal anyway, then changed.
Here's to me trying to remember that I too can be regular. Even if that means once a week or something. (also can I just say how bad that would suck)