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1.07.04 Lousy on the follow through Good heavens. Am I incapable of completing anything? Apparently so. This entry will be posted regardless of conclusion or lack thereof. I promise. Not that that's a promise worth keeping, incidentally. A promise such as, I'll stop browsing the internet at work, or I vow to stop having naughty thoughts about inappropriate people, or I swear I won't smoke another cigarette, or perhaps really, I'll post topless gifs very soon are promises that might be more compelling. (And worth keeping.) I'm lousy on the follow through. But that's nothing new. The third and final installment of abruptly ended entries! First I get all moony about Christmas and don't finish it, then I lament my loss of solitude and don't finish it, finally, I bemoan the fact that I don't finish an entry . . . and then don't finish it. It's a damn good thing you're not reading this right now, or I might feel something along the lines of mild shame (outwardly displayed as indifference).
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