you know i realised yesterday i am being a very lazy blogger. i started looking back at stuff i did in my early days, and saw how much effort i put into posting.
well, not at the moment anyway. i'm just not feeling it, you know. i've got other stuff on my mind, like seth cohen from the oc and how godamned funny he is. and whether the new series sisters and brothers will be a goer; whether i will persist with desperate housewives, or prison break. how lost starts again next week and that will really be like seeing old friends.
and then i wonder how i will manage to pull off the wedding of the decade in 3 months time.
how i will manage to write something for my next writerly meeting i have with a girlfriend in 2 weeks.
whether i should have a girls only weekend away pre-nuptials or an altogether party with boys as well.
see, how my life is wracked with questions and difficulties?
i wonder what frame of mind i used to be in to write some of my old posts, which just dripped off my fingers. which i will now shamelessly re-publish as a lazy, self-promoting plug.
this was quite a sociologically interesting one.
so, there's some reading for you, if you'd like.
i think that's all. oh yeah, bring david hicks home.