I resolve to take naps more often.

I have a crush on someone.

I am not a patient person, and waiting for answers makes me grumpy.

I now understand the difference between contemporary and modern design styles. Until tomorrow, when I forget again.

I’m think I may hit up some belly dance classes again in March. I need something to get me out of this house.

I have a weird place  in the world of the single mom.

I had one of those stupid series of events that led me to a former stomping ground and I did not even flinch when I saw people I would love to forget from my past.

I miss feminist rants. I need to start those up again. And, another condom contest.

The joy of discovering leftover chopped onions and tomatoes to enhance my frozen enchilada is immeasurable.

I have friends coming to see me this weekend, and we’re all broke, which should lead to an interesting evening at home.

I have gotten past my hatred of my new phone and we are tentatively appreciating each other’s quirks.

When I see a gig that says, “Manager, Government Affairs,” I snort. Loudly.

Eeet is time to put The Twitches to bed so I may write until my fingers fall off… so then, I may write something for me that doesn’t have to be SEO-specific. I love my job, but damn.