Down Time

2005-10-13

I couldn�t handle the fact that my face has been plastered and stared at for more than a day so the will to update has risen once again. Sometimes I wish I could write a very detailed description of my day because unlike some people, I enjoy reading those and seeing how much I�m lacking. But how can one finely detail a day that consists of waking up, eating, going to work, returning from work, eating, watching TV and going to sleep? Somewhere in between I�d throw a hygiene routine and BAM, we got ourselves an entry.
I aim to pick out a miniscule event in my rather un fulfilling day and extended into a vague paragraph before slapping it onto a diaryland box. Sometimes it�s achievable, mostly it�s not. I find it ironic to see that when too much happens in my life I refrain from writing at all while where there�s nothing and crickets are having a ball chirping, I summon myself to write about the lack of excitement. I would tell you how today, on this slow work day, my co-workers and I settled in to surf various topics on Google Image search where the words �penis�, �boobies�, �big penis� & �big boobies� prevailed, but really how much faith would that leave you with? Imaging the people that are supposed to treat your pets are instead giggling uncontrollably at the sight of mild pornography. Some things are just not meant to be shared.