Drop of Someone

A quickie, before I have to leave for class:

The chatterbox makes me want to, well, chatter … I guess. Fuck it. I don’t know, what I’m talking about.

I want to chatter too, though sometimes it seems like my chatterings are all the same and I’d rather just go see a movie. What movie, I don’t know; it probably doesn’t matter. I could chatter about how the current slate of movies is crap until The Two Towers opens, or else talk about bags of vegetables “reduced for quick sale” on Sundays at Ralphs, but I have to go to class.

How long is it until I can just give up on everything except baking, gardening and blogging about baking and gardening?

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