Nothing

There's only one thing I hate more than not having something to write about is not having something to write about when you need to write something.  No, I don't need to write a blog, I can do whatever I feel like with my blog, but now that I know that somebody wants me to write something, I feel horribly obliged to do so.  That's not a bad thing in any way, I need to keep my creative juices flowing.  But what happens when I run out of creative juices.  Okay, maybe it's impossible to do so, but you get what I'm saying.  WHAT SHOULD I RIGHT ABOUT?  Quick!! What's the first thing that comes to mind... right... NOW!!  Comment, and I shall post.  For my first trick, I shall right about... the number 9.  Why not?  9 is an innocent number?  Everybody's always picking on 9, not just because of that joke why was 10 afraid of 7? Because 7 8 9 (you have to say it out loud, just make sure nobody can hear you talking to yourself).  No, that's not the problem.  The problem is that 9 is just a big enough number not to be considered "small," like 4, 2, and 8.  But, it's not quite big enough to be a big number, because everybody knows that you have to have at least two digits to be a big number.  So, 9 has kind of fallen into a little crack in the system, it just doesn't fit in with the rest of the numbers (like 47, that number is just weird, but that's another story).  From now on, never pick on a number 9, just because it looks funny or because it smells bad.


Pick on it because it has a weird haircut.