place holder

harumph.

i'm posting things from my vault to bump posts out of the top spot. then i keep deciding i don't want those new posts in the top spot, so i post something new.

i wanted to put some goofy entertaining story here. but i have none currently. so then i contemplated posting a picture of my new shoes, but i didn't like that either. then i thought about writing my continued thoughts on tattoos here (there's a show about tattoos on tv right now), but decided that they're really not that interesting. my thoughts, that is.

hmm. don't want to post about the scarf that i'm not progressing on knitting. don't want to write a grouchy-sounding post about people who read everyone else's blogs without writing on their own (what? am i like a clown to you? am i here to entertain you? just kidding— sort of.), or to attempt to try to uncloak my lurkers ("i see you! i see how often you come by and how you get here, and where you live! identify yourselves or be gone!" nah, that wouldn't do. but i do see you). and even though i feel a need to explain the whole personal anonymity thing again (why do some of you still not understand what that's about?) i shall refrain, because i doubt it will help.

okay then. more reading, then to bed.

by the way, i did go to the store, and i forgot both the frozen pizzas and the diet mountain dew. i bought a stupid calculator instead.