What I would have written about

Writer's block is a pesky little bastard.

It's one thing to not be in the mood to write. 

It's another to crave words, but instead stare fixedly at a blinking cursor.

I know there's no need to problematize it. It is in all likelihood a simple side effect of nothing more than a boring life.

I know I have already broken my yearly quota of posting on the subject of boxes. I have no witty anecdotes other than how ridiculous it was that I was almost happy when I broke a plate and a bowl because it meant two less dishes to wrap in newspaper. Oh yeah, and I posted an ad for my answering machine for free on Craigslist-- who knew so many people still used answering machine, underestimate the value of a comma, and think it's appropriate to demand my contact information in their initial response. Or how one of my bosses, aka. the slick psychologist, made yet another inappropriate joke. At least it wasn't about 2 Girls, 1 cup this time.

Yeah. That's all I got.

(Besides the fact that I am going to get double the DS I expected almost 2 weeks! But that warrants a post in and of itself.)

Things I considered writing about:

How my version of re-potting a plant involves dumping dirt everywhere but the pot.

Why working at Wal-Mart sucked (hint- it includes the Wal-Mart cheer, which is in fact not an urban myth)

How I keep getting scared I'm going to see psycho bus man again

How the world seems to be reminding me that, despite an incurable case of imposter syndrome, I am getting close to being a professional. Which is exceedingly scary and exciting at once.

Why I miss my cat.

How Starbucks reproduce via asexual reproduction on a very rapid, bunny romping-like schedule.

How I'm going to see Radiohead in August!!

The quirks of growing up in a small town.

My fourth (or third and a half, since my third was in a game of truth or dare) kiss, which was given up to a very undeserving boy in a tent.

Why I miss my sister.

How moving means eating those back-up cans of soup, rather than buying new food.

The funny thing is that I could have plausibly constructed a reasonable post out of any of these, rife with some random tongue-in-check references (in brackets). However, it wouldn't have been genuine-- sort of like writing a term paper.

So, instead, you get an ode to the things I didn't write about.

Which I'm crossing my fingers is better than nothing.