Musings

What do you say when you have nothing to say. There are so many things that I would love to write about, but when it comes down to it. . .I go blank. My life is fantastic, but its rather mundane. I do the same thing over and over again--I wake up, get dressed, cook dinner, hang out with my man, go to work, go to sleep and then do it all over again. Its not that I'm complaining--far from it. I love my life, its just that it doesn't really offer me anything interesting to talk about. I mean the most exciting thing in my life is the great sex I have with my husband, and when I get new books, dvds or cds. Goddess. . . that is soooo pathetic--well, ok, not the sex part--that's fantastic.

I want to write but it seems that I can never really express myself in the written form. I sit for minutes at a time just trying to think of something to write about. . .today, this was it. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I'm writing about how I can't write about anything. Weird, yes I know. Also, very uninteresting. . .but there you go. This is what you get from someone with no imagination. I wonder if they have a pill for this. They might, but it'll probably have horrible side effects--like growing a second head or becoming really hairy or something. . .doesn't hurt to wonder though.

Anyhoo, Take care out there. . .