small talk

For the past couple of days, there hasn't been going on in my life. Certainly nothing exciting enough to write about. So I haven't written because that would be like making small talk and I HATE making small talk. I don't just hate it, I suck at it. Since I strive not to be one of those parents that constantly talks about their kids to people who really don't give a blue balloon about them, I always end up saying something totally stupid and/or pointless. Which, I guess small talk really is pointless but I'm talking POINT-LESS.

For instance, today I saw someone I know casually while I was out. I didn't have anything to say so I ended up telling her that I like soft pretzels. But I don't like all of the pretzel, just the bottom part of it. Then W eats the sides and we leave the middle for the birds because neither of us like the middle. Now, tell me, why on earth would she care about that?!

I could have told her that I secretly wished *NSync would make a comeback or that I hated chinchilla fur. Even telling her that I had already changed 3 poopy diapers by 11 am or that if you put CDs in the microwave, it makes a pretty light show would have been better than stupid pretzels. I could have even told her that the reason why I went to the store toady was because I was out of coffee creamer and my world simply doesn't spin if I don't have hazelnut coffee creamer for my coffee each and every morning. But, no, I chose pretzels. No wonder why she gave me that look like, "Oh, poor thing, you're a loser and you don't even know it." Sigh. I hope I haven't always been this lame.