My Writer’s Block

The problem with being as exceptionally witty as me is that there’s pressure to stay on top. 

I’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, twiddling my thumbs, trying to discover something worth giving my important and sarcastic thoughts about. I thought about writing about my obsession with cakes or the fact that I haven’t watched a superbowl in seven years. I’ve been called unamerican for my refusal to waste 4 hours of my life viewing a football game, but as I am 1/32 Native American (Cherokee Tribe, thank you very much), I’m more American than many of the fools sporting their faux jerseys while stuffing their beer bellies with McDonald’s newly offerred fifty piece chicken nugget meal.

I thought about writing about Sorority Rush, but that topic is so truly ridiculous that I need more than just a few minutes to give me thoughts on it. I even got so bold as to think about just mocking some truly poorly written blogs on the interwebs (have you ever hit up cakewrecks.com? I’ve never so badly wanted someone to just post pictures and stop commenting. Her words literally make my stomach hurt).

Anywhos, I’m going to use the next few days to think of some truly beautiful things to write about and I also encourage you to text/fax/email/call/bat signal me up some ideas. Thanks in advance. Stay gorgeous Mid-Michigan.