Dullness

[rejectomorph]

Only ten new posts on my friends page in the last ten hours. I guess its safe to assume there's nobody here to read this. This would be the time for me to make damning confessions about myself, if there were anything the slightest bit interesting for me to confess. The only thing to confess is that my life is very, very dull, and I have no idea why anybody bothers to read about it.

Anyway, the clouds failed to survive the dawn, and the day is insufficiently cool once again. This summer is like a piece of toilet paper stuck to a shoe. We'll probably be dragging it clear into October. Obviously, we are suffering some sort of punishment for our folly. I blame the recall election. California is going to be dried up and blown away for its stupidity. Now I have to decide where to move. What a lot of bother.

Comments

[leprosy.livejournal.com]

we're all waiting to hear from Sluggo.

[rejectomorph]

Sluggo is the prophet of darkness.

And, yes, he is more interesting than I am.

He ought to get his own damn journal.

[leprosy.livejournal.com]

It seems sluggo leads a secret life.

Gasp!

[rejectomorph]

I am shocked -- shocked, I say -- to discover that Sluggo has been leading a double life!

I am not surprised to discover that he has lied about his location, but I am absolutely stunned to discover that he claims that he has had oral sex with 38.5% of the people on his friends list!

How does anyone have oral sex with a computer?

Where is his mouth? I want to wash it out with soap!

Re: Gasp!

[leprosy.livejournal.com]

Don't forget to turn off the power prior to scrubbing his mouth, wherever it may be.

[pixelshim.livejournal.com]

I'm around!

[rejectomorph]

I can remember when Saturdays were busy here. Maybe everyone is just taking advantage of the mild fall weather, and will be back once it gets cold again.

[swerve.livejournal.com]

I'm around, sort of. I've been sleeping. I have Evil Cramps of Doom. I have very little to say.

I'm listening to conversation from a group of (I think) twentysomethings gathered on one of the decks outside, but they're not saying anything interesting, either. Much laughter, which makes me smile instinctively, but I can't follow the conversation well enough to know what's funny.

[rejectomorph]

I'm barely here myself, since the weather has been so hot. Sluggo protests every time I go online. Someday I will destroy him.

Not Dull

[mrmustard.livejournal.com]

I don't think your journal is dull. You certainly are not. Your second paragraph:

Anyway, the clouds failed to survive the dawn, and the day is insufficiently cool once again. This summer is like a piece of toilet paper stuck to a shoe. We'll probably be dragging it clear into October. Obviously, we are suffering some sort of punishment for our folly. I blame the recall election. California is going to be dried up and blown away for its stupidity. Now I have to decide where to move. What a lot of bother.

Is like the clean version of a mysteryfood entry.

Re: Not Dull

[rejectomorph]

I know that cleanliness is one of my failings. I have honestly tried to write a few dirty entries, but every time I see "fuck" on the page, I start worrying about my mom discovering this journal after I'm struck down by some dread disease because I've been wicked.

Needless to say, I always wear clean underwear.

Re: Not Dull

[marseille.livejournal.com]

No, not dull at all.
Don't worry about your mom. Moms like their kids to think they'd be horrified about such things, but in fact, they know these words and will use them in the right contexts. She's fortunate if her life doesn't require such use, that's all.

[waning-estrogen.livejournal.com]

Now I have to decide where to move. What a lot of bother.

I can't, with a clear conscience, recommend Washington at this time. We've had possibly the hottest, driest summer of my 50+year memory, and after a brief respite with a few days of showers, and comfortable, cooler cloudiness, summer has stopped in here again. 94F yesterday was, and possibly the most miserable day this year, as I was forced to be outside in the sun for most of the day. At least in the house, I can lay on the floor and not be required to move about.