Blah, blah, blah.

That's pretty much all people say these days.

"My car's more expensive/gets better gas mileage/is a better model than yours!"

"Are you kidding? That top with those pants?"

"Your mom!"

It seems like half (or more) the things we say now adays are total rubbish, and completely unnecessary. I've gotten the feeling, more than once since starting my blog, that even I'm not really saying anything profound, or useful, or even amusing. The art of conversation is lost. And for someone like me, who is not all that fond of conversation in the first place, it just gets easier and easier to deteriorate into a mindless blob that can only converse over Instant Messengers, or text messages.

Blah.

On another note: My mystery.

Editing is still going very badly. I just can't seem to work up the courage to settle down and really work at making my story awesome. Curse my seemingly short attention span, and my fear in the face of editing.

I hope and pray that tomorrow I can make myself do at least a little editing.

- Aimee