Nothing. I've Got Nothing.

I'm dying to post something that will provoke "it". I don't want to flatter it and dedicate a post to it...that is after all what it wants - attention. Truth be told, I feel sorry for it. And not for the obvious such as it's strong resemblance to Justin Bieber...which truth be told is more of an insult to Justin who is after all only just a child. Or it's lack of talent or those self inflicted duck lips...if it had been born with those lips, I'd defend it...but it purposely made it's lips like that...in hopes of being cute?!? That alone is reason to have pity on it yet that is not the reason it has won my sympathy. I think it's hitting everyone's blog because it has no friends, no life and nothing better to do than to provoke a group of women who have real life interesting things to post about instead of bullshit wanna be beatnik shitty poetry. For that, IF I had a heart, it would go out to it.

Sorry this is a lame post but I'm just not feeling like me lately. For those of you, like me, who's nose is constantly buried in a book, you may know Andre Dubus and the tradegy he experienced. For those of you who do not...Andre was driving home one night when he saw a man and a woman standing by their car in another lane. After pulling over to lend assistance, he was hit by an oncoming car. As a result of the injuries he suffered, Andre was never able to walk again and naturally fell in to a deep depression. Tobias Wolff, another writer, called Andre after his accident. When Andre heard Tobias' voice he broke down, cried and told Tobias that he wasn't able to write anymore and asked why he couldn't. Tobias said he couldn't write because his body was broken and his body and spirt are one and that they were both mending. Perhaps that is the root of my writer's block? My body isn't broken but I do know my spirit is.