Blocked by the banality of it all

I have now started 4 different blog posts and trashed them all. I began with a story about counseling our intern through her first hangover and worrying that my biggest contribution to the world might be my ability to drink or my ability to quell a hangover. Then I started another one about the fact that after three straight days I am officially sick of beer and nachos (well the nacho part at least) and that the world rebalanced itself on the forth day with a work event featuring free wine and high end nibblies. The third time I opened my word document full of blog entries I was thinking about – but never started – a post about examining my past only to realize I have always been happier when I have a bunch of boys orbiting around me rather than just one monogamous relationship and maybe I should more seriously look at polyamory as a lifestyle choice. And finally I was going to write a post entitled I my heart (with graphic that I can't make work right now) job but I realized all I really wanted to do was create an I heart ____ title for a post so I dropped it. Now I am writing about writing and as [redacted] noted last week that apparently taboo. Oh well this is what your getting today so deal gang.

It all will get more interesting. It all will get more interesting. It all will get more interesting. It all will get more interesting. (Chant it with me and it might come true)

Xo
The Single Girl