I'm being ricockulously lazy and just bumming around the house for hours. I woke up around ten and yet I have done nothing with my day. I kinda made fun of my sister and then continued to walk around the house looking like a sleepy hobo. Mister fert loves me no matter though, so I guess that's a good thing. How are ferrets here at all? No survival skills. . . None.
I should make a bagel and wake up. But that involves getting awake. And I don't even know what I want to do today. Most likely more bumming.
motivation is not my strongest suite as of late. Or ever really, looking back on my life. I should change this layout. Just for the fuck of it. But that involves actually doing something and I've already been over how I feel about that.
I feel awful about always writing in my blogs because I know everyone hears the typing and is thinking that I'm writing some new short story that will win me esteem and money and publishing deals. But I'm not. I'm just being an emotional teenager and writing about what makes me something special. About why I'm not just like everyone else, why you should pay attention to me. But. . . You shouldn't. I'm really not something that should be noticed.
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