At This Very Moment

Why in the hell do people do this sort of thing when they write in their diaries, as though we’re all dying to know every little and minute detail of the very moment that they’re writing their latest and most recent entry?  That’s just dumb. 

tick tock: Hell, I don’t know.  I’m too lazy to look at the clock.  Does it really matter what time it is?  With the innovation of time zones, it’s probably not the same time over there as it is here anyway.

wearing: A dirty previously white t-shirt with enough holes in it to give swiss cheese a run for its money, a shoelace necklace complete with my house key on it, and underwear that’s inside-out

hair: Yes.  Combed?  No.

im-ing:  Nobody.  IM’ing?  What are you trying to imply?  That I have friends and that I know people?     

ear candy:  Wax, mostly.  I’ve heard that Q-tips aren’t the greatest things to put in your ears. 

pondering: Why people have to start their entries like this, before actually writing an even shorter entry blurb?

mood ring: Irritated.

missing: An understanding of the dumber things in life (i.e. the desire to smoke weed, anything that airs on MTV, why Kevin Federline continues to procreate, etc.)

For those of you who do this, why not try actually writing something meaningful down for a change?