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It's incredibly frustrating that throughout the day I think of a bazillion things to talk about in my LJ, but by the time I get home they have all wooshed out of my head.

So instead of all the very insightful and no doubt fascinating things I was going to talk to you about, I'll leave you with a lyric:

"The truth doesn't always have to hurt" ~Papa Roach, "Stop Looking"

That song also contains the word "fuckify". Interesting, eh?

This post was utterly pointless.

Comments

[mibloodapproves.livejournal.com]

That happens to me all of the time. "Wooshed head" is my natural state.

Today, while I was sitting around waiting for the darned water trough to fill up (the grass grows faster, I swear) I thought of all kinds of things to put in the next chapter of the incredibly pathetic excuse for an AU fic I'm writing...and by the time I turned off the water, recoiled the hose, put the feed buckets back in the barn, and drove home, I'd forgotten it all.

Early-onset senility. It's a tragic thing. :oP

[exsequar.livejournal.com]

I wish I could put a tape recorder into my head! It's like all these great ideas just disappear into the beyond... it's quite sad, really.

[pretenditsyou.livejournal.com]

I get that too. Hate it. >(