Tuesday Truths: Passing the Buck and Distractions

What do you mean, I haven't posted a blog in over two weeks?

Really?

Wow.  I'm shamed.  You know whose fault this is?  Lisa Roecker. Lisa, as you may or may not know, is personally responsible for shaming me into blogging on a regular, active basis.  And when she doesn't, clearly I don't.  I don't have a co-writer, or Idea Whore files, or that whole maternal day-job.

So I'm fully moved.  I'm not fully UNPACKED yet, but it's a work in progress.  Living with roommates is a strange adjustment again.  There are things you can't do with roommates that you can do by yourself.

(Okay, not that you perverts.  Ew.)

Things like sleep on the couch so that your brain is closer to the computer, and you secretly hope that in the middle of the night you'll wake up typing as your subconscious kicks the crap out of Chapter 17.

Or eating all off the Pringles the same day you buy them, without sharing.  Because we all passed kindergarten, right?

Oh, and since this is Tuesday and I try to confess something on Tuesdays, all I've got for you this week is that I'm a broken Scott.  I swore, repeatedly and heatedly, that I would never listen to another Katy Perry song.  I'm not a fan, and if you are that's cool, but  seriously, it's not my thing.  It's the same reason I would never buy a LaToya Jackson album, I think.  There's something so plastic about it all.

Anyway, I have been OBSESSED with the Glee cover of Teenage Dream.  I've been watching, and rewatching, the video all weekend.  It's rather sad.  Although what's really sad is that when I went to buy the song on iTunes, it's NOT OUT YET.  What is that, Glee?  Honestly, it's like you don't even know me anymore.