I've lost my blogging mojo. I used to have so much to say, now I can't think of anything. Hopefully, it will come back soon because I don't want this blog to die. I love it too much and I love you guys too much.
So what's been happening with me? Not a lot, I tell you. University, which has finished for three weeks is still going well, I love it. I don't even mind the driving.
Lara is back. She called me to make dinner plans for tonight and then promptly cancelled them yesterday, with no word of an apology. Classic Lara behaviour. Cancelling is fine, I didn't want to see her anyway. Besides, I've let a couple of kilos creep back on so am not in the right frame of mind to see her skinny arse.
I do think Fletch is back from Asia as well. Jake keeps talking about plans in the near future that include Fletch, so it sounds like it. I bite my tongue to stop myself from asking him directly. I think Lara is looking for a house for them to share. Her Facebook status was something about real estate agents being arseholes. I don't know if I will cope, should they move in together. That isn't the way it's supposed to go.
The Hot Trainer appears to be engaged to a plasticated big-boobed, big-lipped Playboy model. So says the Gospel of Facebook. I put him on Hide. I don't have my crush anymore and I couldn't look at all of the grammatically-incorrect comments he and his friends would make.
And now I've just updated you on the lives of three other people. This is my damn blog, not the Lara/Fletch/Hot Trainer Blog.
It's just that I have no news. Nothing is happened. One of the girls from uni broke up with her boyfriend and is trying to convince me to do speed-dating with her. I'm considering it. Speed dating. THAT'S HOW BAD THINGS ARE GETTING AROUND HERE, PEOPLE.
Alright. I've got three weeks off. I will come up with something better. You deserve something better.
4 comments:
That is a whole lot of vomit inducing things, there, darling. I don't know how you stand to even look at Lara, much less be buddy-buddy with her. I would be glad she cancelled, too.
As for Fletch, obviously he doesn't have a whole lot of good sense about him. No use in trying to save someone like that.
I hate aftermarket parts on stock bodies. (i.e. plastification) Guess the trainer had to buy himself a Barbie doll. Couldn't be happy with a real girl.
I'm so glad to see a post from you. I'm thrilled that you still leave me comments even when you aren't writing, though. That makes me happy.
Love to you, doll.
P.S. speed dating could at least be a good laugh.
Hot Trainer's engaged?! Boooo. Hot Trainers should never get married. That should be in the Constitution.
3 weeks holiday, hooooray! Stay far away from Lara--that would most certainly be a holiday buzz kill.
oh girl. i regularly take intervals off blogging. the ones who love you will stick around. there's no point in forcing yourself to write if you aren't inspired.
don't fret, it'll come to you soon enough
much love
oh please don't give up on this blog!! sometimes you just need a break... even i get tired of my blog sometimes, so i stay away for a bit. i always come back though. it's a great outlet, and it has become a large part of me/my life - writing and reading blogs like yours!
girl... you HAVE to move on. hmmm.... maybe a rebound lover?! i think they are so crucial to getting over one's ex. i used one myself and it worked wonders. ahem. anybody from class??? ;) ;)
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