imperfectly adequate (good enough)

my, my...i have been away for far too long. i am deeply regretful and offer to you my sincerest apologies. you may be wondering what has caused my elongated absence...and yet, you may not. i would suspect the latter, but i am going to inform you despite the fact that you most likely do not care.

it's been awhile. sorry. you might be wondering why i haven't blogged in awhile. or maybe you don't even give a crap. probably the second one. but i'm gonna tell you anyway even though you don't care.

following the night after my first attempt at blogging, i was so excited to write another. early in morn when the dew still lingered on the freshly cut blades of grass i awoke from my chambers and nestled comfortably on the computer desk chair. i cranked my neck to the left and to the right, releasing the tension which was brought on by the hard slumber i had endured. i reached upward with both my arms, completing the fourth stretch of the morning. more out of habit than requirement, i popped each and every one of my knuckles. it only made my typing all the more swift.

i was really excited to write another blog after that first one. the next morning i woke up and sat down at the computer. i stretched...a lot.

predictable was the circumstance. i suppose some resignation or some such requirement of a technical matter had timed out and all the text on the screen were transformed into hieroglyphics.

i should've know. i guess i suck. everything i wrote was in weird writing.
[that sentence makes no sense whatsoever to me. this is the best i could come up with.]

thus the basis of my bummed out attitude, and the means to a beginning of blogging deprivation.

so thats why i'm bummed, and this blog sucks.

a new day has begun, and i have found myself a computer with sufficient aptitude to allow such an act. i am grateful, for now i get to rant on about random matters to whomever comes across this sad little page of mine. sorry about that, by the way. i do not wish to reveal the sentiments of a most depressing nature to you. i only wish to tell a story. a story with no point of existence, but a story nonetheless.

its a different day and i'm on a better computer. i'm so happy now that i can write about random stuff for anyone that happens to click on that stupid link on my myspace page. sucks to be you. i don't wanna whine. i want to tell a story, a pointless story.


a note for the wise: do not trust ziploc baggies, or any plastic bags of the sort. they will rape your food of its every amiable quality and leave behind a bitter taste of displeasure. it was earlier this very day that i decided to pack some vanilla wafers into such a container. what a wrong decision it was. eleven perfectly delicious wafers are now sitting ruined at the bottom of a wastebasket, atop its malicious fiend of a carrier.

ziploc baggies suck. they make everything you put in them taste nasty. earlier today i put some vanilla wafers in a baggie. that was a stupid idea. they tasted like crap so i threw them away.

i better return to my duties. i am needed for the next half hour, and then homeward bound i be. i shall return to this blog someday. i am not making any promises about when or how, but i know one day i will return.

i gotta go pretend to do something for a half hour and then i'm going home. i'll blog some more sometime. i don't know when, but i will.

until then..much love,
c.s. motley

xoxo
gossip girl