I want to write a blog but I don’t have time. There are a million things that I should be doing instead of sitting here blathering about things that no one really cares about.

In an effort to find inspiration in what other people do in their blogs, I linked to one off my friend Em’s. Well, I clicked to leave a comment and realized I had nothing to say so I looked for a way to cancel. I was stuck so I rambled on, veering around like Taz in a VW Bug. Turns out I had a lot to say. It was a horrible twisting of the English language and it was an odd thing to leave on her doorstep. We don’t know each other. That’s okay. Maybe it’s for the better.

I am listening to Radio Buenos Aires on Live365. It’s lounge/chill. I am dancing in my chair, giving in to the beat and imaging myself in some small, smoke filled club where pretentious people wear sunglasses for no good reason at all. Oh to be in the elite, darling. Come, let’s play.