Temerity Jane

Pleasantly boring.

The thing about committing to posting every single day for a month is, for me at least, the fact that I have to count on something HAPPENING to me every day for a solid month. Now, those of you who have read this site for a long time will certainly agree with me that this has often been the case. And that works for me, see, because I’m not so good at just making stuff up to post. I don’t have ideas and stuff in my head. Mostly what’s in my head right now are reminders to myself to get out the door 7 minutes early in order to obtain my bagel and the fact that Disengage for hunters is so much more useful than it used to be.

The times I have tried to post the random stuff I pull out of my head haven’t really gone over like gangbusters, except for the one time I posted about how terrifying it would be to be alone in your house, open your closet door, and find Michael Stipe standing there. And that was really only interesting because the comments devolved into an all out pun war between Fio and Doom, the likes of which had not been seen before or since. Obviously no one really took the time to THINK about how they would feel if they had found Micheal Stipe hanging out in their closet, but I urge you to revisit that entry, now that all the groaning hilarity has settled, and really think about what you would do in such a situation. I mean, really think about it.

So, as I said in the previous entry in a way, nothing really happens to me on a daily basis anymore. My commute is all highway, so I don’t meet too many weird men along the way. I am not single, so I am not giving my number out to potentially crazy and highly inappropriate individuals. Even Toodles has gone! Do you know what my life has consisted of today? A nearly 9 hour Skype call with Phil, which I am still in the middle of.

We’re not talking right now, though, because we’re both blogging.

I do not know, Internet, if at this moment my life appears really sad or really awesome to you. But I assure you, it is awesome.