On Being Uninspired

Unmistakably Stratford

Holy Cow! I just realised I have not updat­ed this since you last vis­it­ed. You would not believe my anguish at my mis­do­ings. Apolo­gies to my reg­u­lar read­ers! Even the lit­tle blue ones!

I am so busy with a weight-lift­ing regime, choos­ing my retire­ment vil­lage, just gen­er­al­ly being a biatch to any­one unfor­tu­nate to cross my path. My day is a mag­i­cal flight from the first cock­adoo­dle­doo from the roost­er to 11pm at which point I fall asleep on the couch. I am total­ly lov­ing it, dudes. Life is like a box of choco­lates, you nev­er know what you’re going to get.

I solemn­ly swear I will write some­thing that makes sense soon. No, real­ly! Assum­ing I don’t get dis­tract­ed by count­ing my chest hairs…

(Thank you, Lazy Blog­gers Post Gen­er­a­tor, for mak­ing today’s post pos­si­ble. I promise not to make a habit of using it. More blog­ging ideas are wel­come!)

3 comments / Add your comment below

  1. Today was hard­ly inter­est­ing for me, too, except when some­one acci­den­tal­ly spat at me when I rode pub­lic trans­po.
    I agree with tia, child­hood posts are always excit­ing to read.

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