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I never write anything here, but I mean to.
It is a sad fact that I always mean to post something, but the reality is that I am having too much fun reading what everybody else has posted. And since there are enough things in this world that I feel guilty about, this is not going to be one of them. I may start writing again, or I may just continue wandering through everybody else's journals ( Read more... ) -
Eeyore had it right.
I spent six dollars on a pair of dollar-store pajamas. Actually, I shame-facedly borrowed six dollars from a friend who was wisely not trying to shop with an expired debit card and no cash, in order to buy a set of pajamas whose purple capris-style pants I sincerely hope get eaten by the dryer (instead of yet another of my ten [nine] identical ( Read more... ) -
Happy Birthday to me!
It's been a weird month. In the past four weeks, I've broken my ankle, graduated, given notice that I'm moving out of my trailer, gotten a job for the summer, and, well, thought seriously about starting to think about packing. I also logged 10 hours of fence repair, which, hopping around on my Rocker boot with a cane in one hand, was no easy feat ( Read more... ) -
It's all fun and games until somebody breaks a leg...
Given my history as the World's Biggest Klutz, it could be argued that I was overdue for a broken bone. However, I would have to take umbrage at that argument and be a bit peeved with whichever person had the gall to bring it to the table. I think my life as a walking black-and-blue mark has been punishment enough for carelessness and complete ( Read more... ) -
End of the (my) World
And behold, I swore I would have all these papers written before Monday or know the reason why. And yet, strangely, I neither have finished (erm, begun) the papers nor do I know the reason why. (cough. liar.) It's a good thing I only promised to sacrifice one of my cats. Somebody tell me why I thought this "back to school" thing was a splendid idea ( Read more... ) -
I have two cats. Or they have me.
My cats suffer under the names Dot and Dash, but I usually soften it Dottie and Dasha. They are extremely opinionated little personalities who take the closure of my bedroom door as a personal insult. Since I installed a latch to stop them from clawing the sliding door open and coming to sleep on my face, they have taken to spending the nights ( Read more... ) -
Poem
Today, I will post one of my own, a funny one, since I'm feeling blue, and one about writing, rather than anything important, since I am embarking on a new semester wherein all my thoughts and creations will be perused and criticized by people who firmly believe their opinions should be reflected in my work, and since they give out the grades, they ( Read more... ) -
Procrastinators of the World Unite
So it turns out that good intentions are as likely to lead nowhere as to hell. I always am dying to write something, but somehow sitting down, logging on and actually doing so feels enough like homework to make me keep putting it off. If only there were a deadline to ensure I stop that sometime. In the meantime, I resolve to make daily writing a ( Read more... ) -
trying this
I don't know if I'll find that I spend much time here, but since I've started, may as well give it a try. Maybe moving to the electronic world will inspire me to write as often as I mean to, instead of once in a blue moon. At the very least, it should make it harder to lose the things I do write. Over the years, how many bits of brilliant poetry ( Read more... )