Mind Laxative

I feel like I’ve been in a real rut lately. Writing, work, running, blah, blah, blah, blah – I am even too lazy to finish this sentence.

I don’t know what it is, but I am either too happy to blog or too annoyed to blog. I can’t find myself in that sweet spot that allows me to transfer the thoughts in my head into something (somewhat) funny or enjoyable to read.

And all of the blogs I’ve started are just idling in my brain. I need some Mind Laxative. But because they don’t make that, I have decided to unload some clips unfinished blogs on you. If this goes anything like using the bathroom after a long day a work, I’ll be back to my old self in no-time:

•        I learned pretty quickly that the one with the best candy has the most friends and unlike some things you do in the office, you can’t half-ass the selection in your candy dish.
•     I don’t know if it’s because I am just spoiled at work or what. But sometimes when I get home I just stare at the sink like it’s going to turn on.
•     I don’t understand how people are bad kissers. I mean what Disney movies did you watch growing up? Because in none of the movies I watched did I ever see a scene where the Prince eats the princesses entire face. Like really, stop eating my face.
•           So Bruce Springsteen is in town. I have never seen so many drunk Moms, in leather & cut-offs reliving their glory days.
•     For instance, what the heck is up with how awkward and nerdy everyone acts when they get on the jumbo screen. Like we forget what social norms are. We need Brad Pitt to come in and remind everyone what being cool is, because you just drooled and waved like an idiot on a screen in front of 30,000 people (ok so I know at an Indians game these days that is exaggerating…)

And on that note, I would like to leave you with one last thought that would have made it into an "Awkward Baseball Traditions" blog, if I could think of something witty to say about why doing the Wave is weird. Introducing, Bad Luck Brian.