Blocked: (v. tr.) to stop or impede the passage of or movement through; to obstruct
Ok guys, here's the real deal.
I'm irritated with myself.
I'm frustrated beyond belief with my stupid brain.
I have encountered the worst writer's block I've ever had, and although I admit that I am not some famous author upon whose shoulders rests the devotion of millions of (or even thousands...or hundreds...more like teens, or maybe three) readers and that there is just not some huge need for my writing in this world, it still chaps my ass to be stuck like this. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, even way back in the day when I actually had to *gasp* pick up a pencil (.05mm lead, thank you very much) to record my nonsensical ramblings, and to experience this kind of mental drought is irritating beyond belief to my writer's soul.
I have sat for months staring at this blog, hoping I could find something to write about that might catch the interest of at least a few of you, and I haven't been able to think of a thing.
I'm just blocked.
I will try again soon, and I will leave you with this:
I love BMWs. I love them so much. They are my vehicular soul mate.
Sometimes I injure myself when I try to make my bed, and sadly I'm not even kidding.
Opting to pay for towing coverage on my car insurance was quite possibly one of the best grown-up decisions I have ever made and I highly encourage every single one of you to do it. Seriously. It's like three bucks a month and it will save your ass when you least expect it.
For some very confounding reason, the majority of the traffic on my blog comes from Russian websites. Some of them appear to be medical in nature, some of them are actually games on the Apple App Store developed by Russian computer programmers, and some of them are most definitely Russian prostitution websites, which absolutely floors me because for the life of me I cannot figure out what it could be about this blog that would entice someone who is looking for a prostitute in Russia.
So, that's about all I've got right now. Good night. Or, good day. Or happy Friday/Saturday/whatever day it is in Russia, because chances are that's where you are if you're actually reading this.