Aw, shucks, thanks you guys.
Missy and O commenting on my measly journal entry is enough to keep me writing vaguely amusing witticisms on an hourly basis, I swear. Of course, the fact that I just huffed turpentine vapors may also have something else to do with my repeated babbling, but I'm not quite sure.
I wonder if other people actually read these journals as avidly as I do?
Does the fact that I'm interested in others lives mean I lack one myself -- or is it simply a basic human need to wonder how others spend their time?
We now return you to your regualrly scheduled Scotty, who thinks it's time to drop potted plants off his balcony at unsuspecting passerbys.
Missy and O commenting on my measly journal entry is enough to keep me writing vaguely amusing witticisms on an hourly basis, I swear. Of course, the fact that I just huffed turpentine vapors may also have something else to do with my repeated babbling, but I'm not quite sure.
I wonder if other people actually read these journals as avidly as I do?
Does the fact that I'm interested in others lives mean I lack one myself -- or is it simply a basic human need to wonder how others spend their time?
We now return you to your regualrly scheduled Scotty, who thinks it's time to drop potted plants off his balcony at unsuspecting passerbys.