I've been talking to myself all night because it just cracks me up to hear what my voice sounds like tonight.
Yes, I know, talking to yourself is supposed to be a sign of...well, something, but I can't help it. My voice is just so squeaky at the moment that I can't help but laugh at it.
And that's about all I've got today.
Fresh's Friday Five
So, the Friday Five people let us down this week. There were no questions to answer! But, never fear, Fresh has saved the day!
1. That hot Indian Mystery Girl is back. Distract Fresh with stories of your own office crushes.
Ok, first off, I don't work in an office, I work in a bookstore. Secondly, every single person on staff is of the female persuasion. And sorry, I just don't swing that way. However. My bookstore is in a mall, and there are two beautiful boys that I enjoy looking at from time to time. And yes, I say boys, because they are both far too young for me to be looking at. Alas, they're so gorgeous I can't stop doing it anyway. One works at The Gap and comes in to browse now and again. The second makes me my lunch every day at Mr. Sub. And no, that's NOT the only reason I go there.
2. How do you get over writer's block? (Alternate: Does rapidly changing subject mean I have ADD?)
Generally I don't. I am not a writer. At least, I don't write things that are overly interesting to anyone but myself, so I don't usually get blocked. If I do, then I just revert back to writing about the one thing I know that I can always write about. Forever... till my hand cramps and falls off. What is that? None of your business!
For bonus points, the alternate question.... Yes Fresh, I believe it does. ;)
3. Harry Knowles is rich and famous, and none of us are, despite being better writers. I mean, what the fuck?
Who? He can't be that famous if I've never heard of him, can he?
4. How the hell do I get to be a sought-after writer (Internet or print; I'm not picky) too?
If I knew the answer to that do you suppose I'd be working in a bookstore and keeping this blog that is rarely read? ;)
Though, really, chicklit is awfully popular lately. Pretend to be a woman and follow the pattern, you'll make a fortune.
5. Ah, fuck it. What are we drinking this weekend?
I just wish I was drinking this weekend. Seriously, the last time I was good and drunk was almost an entire year ago. How sad.
This evening I received a phone call from my grandfathers wife. It was shortly after 7:30 and I was asleep on the futon watching TV. ( Ok, I was asleep on the futon in front of the TV, I wasn't watching it. ) She called in hopes that I would be at home this evening so I could tape something for her.
I said that I would in fact be home and would absolutely tape the show that she requested (I was going to watch it anyway), and promised that someday I would go over and give them lessons on how to set their VCR to tape things.
So, here I sit watching Horatio Hornblower. I don't have to watch it, I have mastered the art of taping one thing and watching another, but have you seen the television schedule on Tuesday night? I hope to hell everyone is at the movie theater, because otherwise they must be bored silly.
Or perhaps TV just realized that The Pirates of the Carribean was released on DVD today and assumed that everyone was going to rush out to their local Blockbuster and rent that for their evenings entertainment.
Whatever the case, something seriously needs to be done about the quality of TV on Tuesdays. What happened to the shows that used to amuse me? I'm positive there used to be one or two that kept me from more useful tasks on Tuesday evenings.