Monday, July 28, 2003

For the THIRD TIME TONIGHT I'm writing. Because, of course, I've got nothing better to do and lots of thoughts in my head. Luck-ee You.

I read something funny last night :

They say, "Guns don't kill people, people kill people." But that's like saying "Butter knives don't spread butter on bread, people spread butter on bread." Of course, it's true, but that doesn't make it a smart thing to say.

Sorry about that - it made me laugh at 2 am yesterday. It doesn't make me laugh so much now.

So now it's time for me to ponder the meaning of life and such. Too bad there isn't one single intelligent thought in my head at the moment.

I've been meaning to write some poetry all summer, but I have such a paucity of topics it's almost nonexistent. I've written a few poems here and there, but nothing any good, which is disappointing. I suppose I could write something decent if I had the patience to sit down for a few hours and write and edit, write and edit, until my meaningless words become something understandable, but I can't say I do. Mind you, I DO have the patience to sit at my computer for hours on end writing blog after pointless blog. Go figure. Well - blogging is different. I can just write here...I can go on and on and on making a gigantic fool out of myself while posting any random thought that pops into my head. Poetry isn't like that. When I write poetry it has to really mean something to me. I have to work at it - change and rearrange words and phrases until it's absolutely perfect. [It will never be perfect, but you get what I'm saying. It has to be "just right" ]

My house is doing it's Amazon thing again. Uuuuuugggghh.

Goodnight (for the LAST TIME tonight.)



Hailey spazzed at 12:49:00 a.m.

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