Yeah, I’m in a funk

Lincoln Adams | November 11, 2008 @ 12:56 am

I’ve been trying to decide what to blog about lately, but I got nothing here.  Seriously, nothing.  I’m off from work this week though, so I might chance a one day road trip somewhere just for the heck of it and blog about that, but other than that nothing’s happening.  I’m not getting any emails, no phone calls, no instant messages, no hot girls ringing my doorbell and telling me I’m the man of their dreams.  NOTHING.

So I turn to you, my beloved audience for some inspiration.  What would you like me to write about?  Suggestions, anyone?  Anyone?

:chirp:


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5 Responses to “Yeah, I’m in a funk”

Heather in Beautiful BC wrote a comment on November 11, 2008 @ 02:08:am
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I had a really brilliant idea for you, but then those frackin’ jingle bells started ringing at me – and they sounded suspiciously like cash registers opening and closing…. it’s way too early for me to get ‘cheery’…

Enjoy your drive tomorrow!

beej wrote a comment on November 11, 2008 @ 03:11:pm
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Awww, poor Lincy!

What’s your job? Do you like it? Throw yourself into work! Usually helps me when stuff is sucky on the personal front.

Or maybe you do need a trip to help give you some perspective. Who knows?

Just cheer up soon! You don’t need to have hot girls petting you to cheer up. Find something fun to do.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on November 11, 2008 @ 06:21:pm
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You don’t need to have hot girls petting you to cheer up.

Lies. Filthy lies. :D

Claudia wrote a comment on November 12, 2008 @ 07:31:pm
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I just wrote about my own funk. I think it might be post-election blues.

Lincoln Adams wrote a comment on November 13, 2008 @ 12:34:am
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@Claudia: Yeah, that’s probably a large part of it. Nothing a nice 4 year long nap couldn’t cure though. :blink:


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