I want to be a good blogger…

Honestly, I do! But lately, the only blog-worthy things that have happened to me are as follows:

1) A sister who is buying a GREAT DANE, despite the fact that she already has a 3 year old and a 5 year old, they are living on credit, and her medium-sized house is torn to pieces by remodeling projects in various stages of incompleteness (with no end in sight because her husband just can’t find the time to finish something that he’s started)

2) The discovery that, due to the fact that the floor I sit on is deserted because the consultants that occupy it spend 4 out of 5 days of the week out at client sites, the women’s restroom is the place where yesterday’s dinners go to DIE (read: stinky stinky, pew!) UPDATED–Please note, this is not where MY dinner’s go to die; after all, as I’ve mentioned on a previous occasion, I am a lady and I don’t poop.

3) I’m currently working alongside the strangest woman I’ve ever met. She wears the most obnoxious fake eyelashes and makeup every day, which makes me wonder where she thinks she is going when she gets ready for work in the morning. My second day working w/ her, she advised me that she has a second full-time job outside of this one. My immediate thought was: “Does it involve a pole?”. Turns out she’s a youth pastor. WTF? Equally as interesting.

4) My journey into the vortex that is Sci-Fi Geekdom continues this week as I’ve discovered that Seattle has a Sci-Fi Museum! I am planning my first trip this weekend and will purchase at least one thing from the gift shop. Because, as I advised Roomie, a commemorative Light Saber pen isn’t so much a want as it is a need.

All that being said, I promise to be a better blogger now that I’m settled back in the PNW. I’ve been perusing many a blog these past few weeks and am feeling more inspired. Your Cyber Whore Leader will be back in full force…let’s rally the troops people!

She’s ALIIIIIIVE!!!

That’s right, Cyber Whores (CW’s)….I’m not dead. Didn’t kick the bucket, not pushing up daisies, no sleeping with the fishes for me. Much has happened since my last post A WEEK AGO, and as soon as I can get my brain screwed back on long enough to compose coherent sentences, I’ll tell you all about it (wit and charm included, as usual).

I know I’m not alone…many of my favorite bloggers have gone AWOL for the holiday too. You know who you are, fellow CW’s: I’m bored, so START POSTING AGAIN! How am I supposed to live vicariously through your lives (which are far superior to my own) if I don’t know what the heck is going on?! Come on…I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!

Cyber whores…UNITE!!

(DISCLAIMER: The following post is destined to be completely retarded, in no way hilarious or witty, and probably not interesting in any way. I am already ashamed.)

Because it is NaBloPoMo, and I take my membership (#5144 baby!) seriously, here I am submitting my entry for the day. It is “late” –note: the current time is 10:41 pm pacific time–and while I would much rather wait until the writer’s juices are flowing before I post again, I don’t think I could live with myself if I didn’t submit something. Besides, then my blog “stats” would suffer and my rapidly expanding audience of readers (um, yeah…that means you, fellow blog junkie that stumbled upon this post randomly while running a tag search for “whores”) may dwindle in the absence of nothing new to read.

Tonight, I posed a hypothetical question to one of my roommates. My query was thus: if you spend ungodly amounts of time on the couch in front of the television, you’re considered a “Couch Potato”. So if you sit for hours on end surfing the Internet and blogging, what does that make you? Is that still a “Couch Potato”, even if there’s no television involved? What if you’re sitting at a desk, or (as I am) in your bed with your laptop on your knees…”Desk Potato”? “Bed Potato”? Is there a term for one hypnotized by the glow of the computer screen, who can’t remember the last time she blinked? My roommate’s response: “Yeah. Cyber Whores.”

And so, my eyes blurry and glazed over with exhaustion, my head nodding ever closer to my chest, I am desperate for the creative juices to be stirred in me once more. I let out my rally cry: CYBER WHORES, UNITE!!!