An Update on the Life of the Belle
So. Aside from exploding manhole covers and traffic jams and Stabler turning into a pedophile on SVU last night, things are really settling nicely around here. Work is stable and rather nice: it is easy, and over when it is over, so I have plenty of time to do stuff. I have plenty of time to read, and smile, and read my favorite blogs.
So why am I starting to get restless again? Why do I feel like starting something new?
I don't know. Sometimes I doubt that I'll ever be fully engaged in what I'm doing. I think I'm just one of those people who need to move all of the time, like some kind of unwieldy beverage that seperates if not stirred regularly. I just need to write. To settle down and write. And for some reason, I can't do that. I have no good ideas, I don't have that burning urge to go create. I'm dull and boring, a cappuccino foaming robot with (currently) no creative outlet.
Hmmm.
I started reading a huge 19th century French novel just to show that I can. It's actually very interesting with a lot of sexual intrigue. And that, my petite croquembouches, toasts my waffle.
And there's a new Law and Order Vanilla tonight. So there's that.
I don't know. If I could just get started writing again, I think I'd be fine. Yes. Just fine.
Or maybe I should marry an unemployed, rat-faced man, pop out a kid and lay back and dream about Starbucks.
It works for Britney.
So why am I starting to get restless again? Why do I feel like starting something new?
I don't know. Sometimes I doubt that I'll ever be fully engaged in what I'm doing. I think I'm just one of those people who need to move all of the time, like some kind of unwieldy beverage that seperates if not stirred regularly. I just need to write. To settle down and write. And for some reason, I can't do that. I have no good ideas, I don't have that burning urge to go create. I'm dull and boring, a cappuccino foaming robot with (currently) no creative outlet.
Hmmm.
I started reading a huge 19th century French novel just to show that I can. It's actually very interesting with a lot of sexual intrigue. And that, my petite croquembouches, toasts my waffle.
And there's a new Law and Order Vanilla tonight. So there's that.
I don't know. If I could just get started writing again, I think I'd be fine. Yes. Just fine.
Or maybe I should marry an unemployed, rat-faced man, pop out a kid and lay back and dream about Starbucks.
It works for Britney.
posted by Southern Belle at 2:57 PM
4 Comments:
WHAT? Stabler turned into a pedophile?!!?!
~Katie
He pretended to be one so he could get within this guy's mind. But at the end, when he told the guy what he was up to, the guy was all like, "No, half of what you said was bullshit, but the rest of it was spot on and dude, you're just like me," which was cool and elicited a sucking in of breath from me.
Oh, and what's up? I miss you! I've called you a couple of times (at home, I can't find your cell number) just to bitch, but you haven't been at home. I'd love to talk to you, love.
Morg
my cell is 757-784-7801! I am rarely at home but I DID get the one message from my birthday, thank you sooo much. I miss you sorely and hope to hear from you soon!
_Kt
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