There are two analogies for my life that I beat, like a dead horse. That was good, eh? Spinning plates, and a chariot about to tumble over, with me holding the reins in an icy grip of “holy fuck.” So, yeah, things are great, and when I drink my morning coffee, the thousands of things I must accomplish fly at my face and I cringe, then suck it up and get my plan together. No time for hiding in my room, watching 90210, dreaming of concierge service. Much. This morning, however, after the...
Dear Blog, Logging into you this morning was much like being held by that guy who totally broke my heart, smashed it to pieces and left me for dead. No, it was totally better. I miss you, like lots. Which may be weird to the general public, but the other bloggers get it, and that’s all I care about right now. The other bloggers, and you. You complete me, fool. Understand that NaBloPoMo was, as always, more than I could do all month. Especially over a weekend during which I could not bring myself...
10 Days left for NaBloPoMo. 10 Days left in November. The best is yet to come, right? Well, at least for November. The blogging thing is a little much, only because I censor my actual life, which is sad. Although, I think that like the last time I did the NaBloPoMo thing, I remembered how much I really just like to babble about myself. What I notice, though, and this isn’t just a NaBloPoMo thing, is that because of the circumstances I live under, I never get to really talk about what is going...
After two days of WAHM’ing, which means I’m two days behind my actual work, I’m cheating so that I can stay up all night and get shit done. A HUGE shout out to my new friend for an awesome play date today! Also, I got flowers. Not from anyone special, except for the florist I harassed to give me flowers. Blog forthcoming, I swear. I’m not giving up. Fuck that. Again, blog forthcoming. Do you feel my foot stomping the ground, yet?
