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.