Color me uninspired

So I started an open letter to the annoying British boy who has written me the same note on Nerve three times in four months. It wasn't nearly as funny as it could be.

Then I started a post about how I woke up naked with socks on and wasn't quite sure how it happened. Not so much.

Then I started the tale of an old boyfriend who was REALLY into tying me up, complete with the line "The only part I liked was the blindfold. That way he couldn't see me rolling my eyes at him." It went nowhere.

Then Jake and I had an interesting discussion about lube and the importance of foreplay, but I couldn't figure out how to package it.

Then I thought about whining about stupid crushes, but since I whined all day yesterday I better hold off for now.

So I'm giving up. My various muses have failed to muse me. I still want you to be entertained, though, so please read today's McSweeney's. You won't be disappointed.