okay, okay, i admit it.
i have nothing to write about.
havent in days.
my updating has only been due to impulse;
only because i update everyday.
i am sitting in an empty house.
sun sneaking in through the pulled down shades.
all of my roomates are communing with nature, camping for the weekend.
i am communing with over weight women, by learning about slimming shapewear from the good people on the home shopping network.
its so weird, being so vacant of thought.
i have been staring at the screen for ten minutes.
nothing.
i have nothing to say.
wow, do you know that the home shopping network offers free shipping?
i wonder if they are scripted.
the bubbly blonde lady in her powder blue suit.
is she really bubbly?
when she goes to parties does she try to sell wireless european vacums?
i bet she is lonely.
just as lonely as all the people that watch her, that buy her product.
divorced.
drunk.
no longer respected by her kids, her co-workers, the seventeen year old boy she sleeps with, nobody.
all she has is her powder blue suit.
her only friends are those that call in.
i wonder what her diary says?
if we looked under today's date what would we find?
i wonder if that vacum would work on hardwood floors.
5:33 p.m. - 2004-05-22
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