These are words that go together well

I devoted two hours of my time last night reading old blogs. I didn't realize that I had so much to say, ya know? Like, my thoughts are interesting to read over. They started as immature and just ridiculous and became more in-depth and serious and I cannot believe the words that wound up online. Some of them are also extremely hysterical but for the most part I'm just like, Wow, when I try, I'm a good writer. Makes me think I should try a bit harder all of the time and maybe so much wouldn't fester inside. But then I realized I'm not inspired staring at blue walls all day. I am locked inside of white siding and blue roof for a bulk of the day and my imagination doesn't go many places (besides the dirty) in order for me to write good stuff again. My blogs have been severely lacking lately and it's because I dont have much to say. No new stories to catch anyone up on. Unless of course you want to know how many eye crusties I picked from my eyeball when I woke up. Or how many times I just paced around my living room and dining room because I had nothing else to do. hhhmm... Maybe I'll just start writing pornography in this blog. Honestly, it's what's been on my mind the most lately. Not pornogrophy per se, but the imagination behind writing it. I know for a fact I can write that shit well so maybe I'll just be Inappropriate Fran and say naughty words reserved for behind closed doors :D

Something sort of interesting happened yesterday. I went to the doctor. GASP, I know. But I needed a physical for the job that I start Tuesday. I went and sat in the chair for over an hour and thought of...things...(which was probably obvious by my longing stare) and when I finally got in the room, it was over in ten minutes. I did embarassing stuff. I proved how blind I was even with my glasses; I peed in a cup; I did 25 jumping jacks in front of the nurse so she could check my pulse; and my favorite, kneeing the doctor in the balls when he did my reflex thing. Now, that actually didn't happen. But I wish it would! I have great reflexes and my legs are oober strong and fierce when my knee is tapped. One day I just want to kick someone in the groin like in the movies. Oh well. But he did check my breathing and when he pushed in my tummy I couldn't breathe in, I just laughed a lot. Why? Because I'm Fran and I'm ticklish everywhere. I just giggled as he touched my tummy. I'm so cute but such a fool.

Alright, my blogs suck now...I am way too uninteresting.

Peace.

you know you twist so fine.