This blog thing takes it out of me!

Gee Whiz Wally. I have like, what? three posts on this thing and already I'm scrambling for ideas of what to blog about? Maybe my creative crisis is due to the fact that my other friends have such brilliant blogs, that I simply cannot match their astounding genius. You should check these literal works of art...

www.bottleofwhoop.blogspot.com - my heroine writes this one
www.knitload.blogspot.com - makes me laugh, takes my breath away cause she's GENIUS!
www.theveve.blogspot.com - beautiful daughter of a king has insights and honesty for all
www.livinginthelight.blogspot.com - Funniest woman in my world authors the awesomest blog!
(is 'awesomest' a word?)
www.lancefisher.blogspot.com - basically the best blogger in the world. no contest!
www.chialpha.blogspot.com - everyone knows how obsessed I am with this Chi Alpha thing... who knew it came in a friendly websurfer's version?
www.ohiodawa.blogspot.com - pretty much the most entertaining to-date...
www.freelancepoedry.blogspot.com - THIS HAS TO BE THE MOST CREATIVE BRILLIANT FUNNY BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL FEEL GOOD INSPIRATIONAL BLOG EVER!!!!! it's pretty good...

So here I am reading all of these awesome brainschilds and what am I thinking about when I try to sit down and write a blog? How I could invent a dryer that dries in half the time... which might be scary for the care of your clothing. How great John Mayer's lyrics are "these days I wish I were six again, oh make me a red cape. I wanna be superman"... but actually I'd probably wish to be WonderWoman. Seriously, though, who could pull off her outfit? What will I wear tomorrow? I should really be vacuuming. Dogs get all the luck. Mine sits at home ALL day and gets pampered, gets attention, gets fed on a silver platter (I'm exaggerating). Maybe I'll invent a robot that can sit in the mall and make smoothies for people. Then I could sit at home and get pampered, get attention...Laughing at how scared my friend is of moths. Mental note: buy film. Thinking of good opening lines for a short story: Marci was the type of person who felt sorry for inatimate objects and grieved over tossing the bottle of lotion that still carried the few impossible drops to squeeze out. Severely Random, but it has potential... possibly... Pondering what Pony will be like (I'm visiting this weekend.) Oh I think the my laundry is done. Peace out.