19th
Erica hates boys.
That’s all.
today i got off work early and i decided to use that time to clean my house. which has sorely needed to be done pretty much since i moved into it. as i started to clean, my dog sat shivering on the couch. not because she was cold, but because she was terrified. me cleaning the house scares my dog. this is disturbing because even though she is afraid of most things, the things she is scared of are normally the new and unfamiliar. to think that cleaning my house is so new and unfamiliar to my dog, that she had to cower, wide-eyed with suspicion. i should take this as a sign. or just continue on my current path to messy apartments and a placated pet.
some might call it co-dependency or something. but i think that eating brunch for days on end even when you are hung over is perfect. you?
i also think there should be an official brunch recovery day as part of the weekend.
i feel a lot of pressure right now. what do i write in my blog. can i erase it if it sounds stupid. i have no idea. greg says yes. what if i become an internet celebrity and i have to be famous. what then. what if this blog destroys my life and i can’t stop. even when i am at work. and then when i am an internet celebrity i will have to be conceited and buy fancy cars and be mean to people. which actually doesn’t sound that bad. not as bad as potatoe chips cooked in lard. which actually might be good. who knows anymore. not this blog. or this blogger. i am a blogger.
edit: i am in no way affiliated with the website ihaveablog.com. which seems to be about nothing. not unlike this blog. post.