Beware of the man who denounces women writers; his penis is tiny and he cannot spell
It's been a week. I've spent the last week umming and ahhing over what to write. I've spent the last week not having a clue what I can write about. I've spent a week not writing. So here I am, a week later, and the best I could come up with is writing about how I have nothing to write about. Someone, please, sound the originality gong.
Now that I've decided to veer away from writing about fashion (as if I was the Fountain of All Knowledge), I've also managed to veer away from having anything to write about at all. In all fairness, it hasn't been a particularly exciting week. College returned to my schedule, I returned to work and my car returned to functionality. Poor excuses, I know.
When I mentioned restarting HCD at some point on facebook, a friend of mine from college suggested (jokingly, I believe) that I include some Man Point suggestion opportunities. Man Points, for those of you who are unaware, are Points one obtains from doing Man things. These things do not include fixing a fuse or bleeding a radiator. I will refer to the ever knowledgeable Urban Dictionary for a true definition.