Laziness

I previously wrote that "Laziness" would be the title of my second blog entry, and by Jove, I'm stickin' to that. Especially since it explains why I haven't written in here since I started this blog last week. Laziness.

It is 11:30 and I have not yet eaten breakfast while most people living in the US Eastern Time Zone are starting to let their minds wander towards lunch. Why? Laziness. Nutritional laziness.


The Mr. and I often chat via instant messaging. Even when we are both home. In our itty bitty teeny tiny 5 room apartment. "Hey babe, did you feed the cat?" "Of course I did!" "Then why do I hear you running to the pantry to do it now?" "Dammit." Why do we do this? Laziness. Communication laziness.


I have been home a LOT lately, yet my vacuum cleaner has been collecting dust. The laundry pile has been collecting dust. The duster has been collecting dust. The reason? Laziness. Domestic laziness.


I stopped writing this blog entry for the last hour and a half just to mope around the house and read a magazine. ¿Por qué? Laziness. Blogging laziness.


I've been ordering waaaaaay too much takeout lately. Can you guess the reason? Yep. Laziness. Culinary laziness. And also...because I just can't get enough Thai Chicken Pahd See Ew. It's yummilicious.


Is the word "laziness" starting to look warped to anyone else? I have typed it so many times that it is starting to just look like a bunch of letters randomly put together, but the word has lost all meaning.

I've really go to work on improving this issue...but not just yet. I'm feeling too lazy at the moment to bother. And where's that Thai take-out menu???


I leave you with this parting image (Taken over 2 years ago, but I love that you can see I was too lazy to remove the stickers from my laptop. How very apropos.):

Hi. Hello. And Howdayado? <-Does that look like "How Do You Do?" Maybe not.

Welcome to all of you who had nothing better to do than to peruse through the miniscule aspects of my existence. I applaud you, because if you have/had a blog, my bored self would likely be doing the same thing.

Let me start with the reason I decided to start a blog...actually, I mean to start ANOTHER blog. I had a Livejournal many, many moons ago, but eventually abandoned it for reasons unbeknownst to me. Seriously. It's not like my life suddenly became so eventful that I no longer had the time to put into it. I just...stopped. Had nothing more to say, I guess. Oh, that, and I forgot the password.

One might assume, then, that I now HAVE something to say, but one would be wrong. I am pretty much doing this because it's summer time and I am sick and tired of being "that Facebook girl." You know the one. She's the one who sits there and refreshes the page every 1.7 minutes in desperate hope that someone will have posted something new, perhaps even-and this makes her extra giddy-as a response to something SHE has already posted!!! Sad, really. I spent my yesterday in this sorry state. August 18, 2009 is a day I will never get back, and I didn't do a ding dong thing with it. When I am on my deathbed one day, waiting to meet my maker-or St. Peter-or the cold hard earth-whatever, I will be saddened to recall that there was a day that I wasted doing nothing but waiting for Facebook updates. I could have been canoeing, aiding the elderly, discovering a cure for the common cold, or drafting a letter to my local congressman, but no. I decided to drape myself over the air conditioner and watch the minutes pass me by. Le sigh. Wait...where was I going with all of this?

Oh yes. My reason for starting a blog. Boredom. In fact, I should title this post "Boredom," but I won't. Know why? Laziness. But I'll save that for blog entry numero dos.

And as a 'thank you' to those who actually took time out of your precious lives to read this, I present to you a picture of the curious mutant phenomenon of Merlin the Feline Laser, just because I can:

Government officials are investigating.