Driving Miss Lazy

It's not like you're new to this, for you it's actually old hat. Problem is your regular, everyday blog is read by your friends so it severely limits what you can say about them and yourself, so you've set up this other, secret site to rant and confess. Fun, huh? Now you just have to come up with something to say. Yup, there's the rub---there's always a rub.

You're 48, twice divorced, unemployed, living with your gay best friend in his house and you finally admit that you are just a little bit disappointed in what we will call your life. Oh, and you suck at spelling which would otherwise discourage you from writing anything if not for spellcheck. Praise Jesus for spellcheck. You realize you sincerely don't look that good on paper, but you joke with yourself and play it off for the laugh value. You're good at telling jokes so you believe it and laugh along with yourself. Maybe you should set yourself up on Match.com with those as your most positive characteristics, old, divorced, in a temporary gap in your career---you'll have those men-folk banging your door down for sure, everyone likes a train wreck. Perhaps you should stock up on condoms, just in case.

You congratulate yourself for setting up this blog and have succeeded in getting it's all important, maiden voyage post out of the way so you can compliment yourself on filling your unemployed hours with something worthwhile and productive. Not that sitting in the sun reading David Sedaris isn't productive. Beats watching daytime TV.

PS You hate this page layout but you just can't dick with it anymore today. When you have more time you promise you'll put that Fine Arts education your daddy paid for to work and fix the fucker. But not now, there's a refrigerator to raid and it won't eat out itself.

PSS Although you won't be winning any design prizes for this layout, it beats the shit out of the original. You figure you can live with it.