blow me down asunder

I didn't end up writing anything today. Now I feel like crap.

I always get so inspired when I read the NY times books section. There's this writer, or that writer writing what he/she loves and getting paid. I just want to drop everything rush out and get writing.

Instead I made dinner. I watched t.v. Didn't even read a book. And now 5 mins later it's bed time. But instead of sleeping I'm checking out Facebook, which is really a bad idea when you're already feeling like crap. See the thing about Facebook, people don't post stuff allow themselves to be tagged in things that they're not proud of or happy to have been a part of. As much as folks like to complain about privacy and shit, at the end of the day we love showing off. When we say we want to share our lives or connect with old friends, really what we want to do is announce how much cooler we are than the rest of the world and in how many ways that's true. So when you're attending a self-pity party alone, Facebook is the worst place to hang out at.

You might think "hey, I should check out that one girl. She was always fatter than me. But then BAM she lives in France. What about that fucking dumb blonde chick? Crap still a hotty and WHAT THE FUCK?! she got her masters before I did. And of course there's those girls who lead perfect lives you've always wanted to live, even without the ability to stalk them. And there they are traveling the world with their perfect boyfriends and happy puppy, and love running. Makes me want to shoot myself and be reborn her.