I've slacked off on the blogging. I'm just too boring to have a blog I guess. I just figured out when I'm going to die on www.deathclock.com. I'm dying March 14, 2054. I think that would make me 79. I wouldn't mind tacking on a few more years. I'm relatively healthy, so I think late 80's would be cool. I'd still be able to take care of myself hopefully.
So recently I've been attempting to write song lyrics and it's extremely difficult.
Everything that comes out of me is straight up cheese. Surely I can write uncheesy lyrics. My ex-boyfriend and I want to start up a band, but we don't know how to write lyrics that aren't lame. I have a lot more respect for all the crappy local bands I've seen over the years. I can't even write a crappy song, because I get too frustrated with my inadequate attempts I can't even finish one.
So I'm going to New Orleans this week-end with my friend for her 30th B'day. That should give me some material to write about. We're going on a swamp tour. Yee-haw! Hope I don't get eaten by an alligator.
Can't wait to eat lunch. What should I have? I think I'll gorge myself.
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Don't believe the death clock. I did it and it gave me a date next year. Which sort of sucks, but I am convinced it's not right.
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