a compromise

I have some vague feelings of guilt about not writing here, even as I waste hours watching B-list dramas, checking facebook, or whatever other pointless activities I engage in on the Internet (wow, the spell check insisted I capitalize "Internet." Kinda meta). What it comes down to is, I don’t want to write about my life and I don’t know how to write about anything else  .   

So, as a compromise, here are the top 3 things I don’t want to write about:

1. Hiccups in my relationship with the boy.
2. Floundering at work.
3. Occasionally wanting to strangle my attention-whore of a co-worker.