Over the past year I've reached the conclusion that I am just not a terribly exciting individual. I'm told I'm a nice guy. A few folks have even told me I'm fun to be around. I'm not really sure why, other than the fact that I'm nice and I bake a mean pound cake.
After four quiet days at home, without the benefit of alcohol or any other drugs besides an antibiotic, I've realized that I'm actually quite boring and very much okay with that.
5 comments:
Ha, as long as you are okay with being boring thats what counts! lol
I am going to have to test this pound cake out... I'll write a review on it and post it to my blog! :-)
Layed back maybe...but boring?!
Nah...not buying it! Did you just write that because you're hiding out from someone (a certain someone who's reading) who you'd prefer not to be bothered with?
Oops...did I just blow your cover?
Now about that poundcake. Damn tht just made me hungry!
I feel you man, I'm the same way. I've been thinking about taking some time off of work, but I'm like what exactly would I do, that's different from a normal off day.
I am crazy about you...and these lessons? I'm grateful to have them shared with me.
I don't concur. Your facial expressions alone intrigue me beyond words. in my head I'm always screaming and laughing like, "WHY IS HE MAKING THAT FACE?, and HOW CAN I LEARN TO MAKE IT?"
I'll keep you hip. I promise.
-Marz
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