oh. the. compulsion.

don't want to work...
don't want to think...
don't want to email...

oh! i know! i'll post something stupid and senseless in my silly new blog cuz it's here and hungry,
this recently seduced virgin-no-more,
hungry to be pumped full of random thoughts,
hungry for some vanity,
some exhibitionism,
spreading her new blog legs
to let nobody in particular
read nothing in particular.

oh the futility of it all
how whimsical

la la la-la

(still it's somehow better than working or doing real writing.
oh joy, oh slack, oh shirking of responsibility)

la. la. la...