I HAVE A REALLY BAD CASE OF WRITER’S BLOCK. 

I literally have no idea what to write about. I just IM’d my friend and demanded her to tell me something good because I need some serious inspiration. All she could offer me was that she has a babysitting job after work this evening where she has to watch three children and cannot, for the life of her, remember any of the kids’ names. That’s the best she could give me. Not a whole lot to work with, but I appreciate the effort. 

I mean, I’m spent. I’m too calm to write about dick-weasel ex boyfriends. Fashion week is over, and I have failed in my plan to make DVF my BFF (you WILL be mine one day, Dianne….and you WILL read me bed time stories in a caftan and give me advice with that accent of yours…) so I have nothing exciting to say on that front. I have not had odd experiences as of late, well not weirder than anything I’m faced with during my normal daily grind. UGH!

Tell me: What the hell does one write about when they are not feeling sappy or heartbroken or quick or funny or brilliant? I don’t even feel like making fun of Kim Kardashian! I can’t even find a quote to substitute for my own wit right now, this is absurd. WHO AM I? 

I’m going to eat a bag of potato chips about it. Maybe the crunching will help me think.