Blocked, or "Things I Am Not Writing About"

i have started roughly 17 entries in the last two days and none of them are interesting or funny.

including this one, just so you know.

like, i thought maybe i would tell you about the first time i joined the gym ever, when i was in college and my best friend dragged me kicking and screaming. to the Y, no less. and i showed up with zero intentions of sticking with it, until i discovered that the oh-so-ghetto facility made it totally unintimidating. (well, okay. there was THAT, but there was also the fact that john-the-trainer was supercute and flirted with me and made it so that i wanted to show up and get in shape just to show him i could.)

but that story wasn't going anywhere.

so also i thought maybe i'd try and talk about The Great Mystery here at work. and that mystery was the fact that i had no idea who this one woman (we'll call her Julie) is. because even though every time i'd walk down the hall or hear about someone's project, her name would get mentioned, over and over (did you ask Julie about that? I just need to check in with Julie. I think Julie was working on that), i had absolutely no idea who she was, what she did, or where i might find her.

but not only is that not funny, i was introduced to her yesterday. mystery solved.

the current dating situation is not especially traumatizing, so other than my continual forays into seeking astrological validation, i have nothing to report there, either.

my point -- i guess -- is that i'll get my act together again any second now, but in the meantime, if anyone is still reading this and is actually interested in hearing about something in particular, i'm open to suggestions....