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I don't ever write anymore, besides scribbled notes to myself or my mom. Or work related things. I feel weird and dumb about writing about my life. Like...what is there to write about ( Read more... ) -
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AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!
To life. In general. The other shoe dropped this week.
So we drink tea and peruse Netflix. Obviously. -
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Hello again, trusty little journal. Let's get right to it, yeah ( Read more... ) -
The only way out of a hole is to climb out.
Resilience and faith...
Who would have thought a person could truly change for the better while fighting off a nasty, nasty cold?
The world is brighter today than it was a week ago. I feel good.
(One must give credit EVERYwhere credit is due, though...so, thank you, Pinterest.) -
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I like baked potatoes, man. I don't have a microwave oven. It takes forever to cook a baked potato in a conventional oven. Sometimes I'll just throw one in there, even if I don't want one. By the time it's done, who knows. -
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I find a duck's opinion of me is very much influenced by whether or not I have bread. -
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I had a neighbor, and whenever he would knock on my wall I knew he wanted me to turn my music down, and that made me angry because I like loud music, so when he knocked on the wall I'd mess with his head. I'd say: "Go around! I cannot open the wall. I don't know if you have a doorknob on the other side, but over here there's nothing. It's just
