If I'm not updating my blog, it's usually because I have nothing particular riveting to say. Sometimes it's because I'm too busy or too lazy, but it's usually because of the first reason. Some of you (mostly just Grace) assume automatically that when I don't post it's because I have died, but that's only the reason some of the times.
I think maybe I should start fictionalizing my life so I have things to post about. For example, what if I told you that I pushed an old lady off a bridge, just to see what it felt like? Then we could have a heated debate about the morality of such an action. Does mere curiosity justify the manslaughter of some worthless old hag? Discuss.
I use this example because I actually knew a guy who did this. Well, I didn't actually KNOW him, but I knew OF him, which is just as good. A friend of mine was present when he confessed the deed in front of a shocked congregation at church. How boring does your life have to be for you to get to the murder-the-eldery-for-kicks stage? I fear I may be reaching this precipice soon. Life has become much too routine for my taste.
Something must be done. Should I sent out for a mail-order bride? Join a nudist colony? Make friends with a dangerous cult? Do my laundery on Wednesday instead of Thursday? These are all good suggestions. Feel free to contribute.