Running Out Of Ideas

This is how I'm feeling today:

Shunnnnnnnn.

I am running out of things to talk about, not being obnoxiously opinionated and controversial, and being unemployed, and not being a student anymore, and pretending to not know all the awful things that go on in the fraternities of my boyfriend and his roommates. All I'm really doing is photo projects for DFR, reading Obama's first memoir, and writing a few more cover letters.

Any ideas? What do you want to hear about, dear readers? Old family stories like the time I cut off my sister's tail? Or at the very least, call me out for posting Charlie The Unicorn.