The good, the bad, and the quizzes.
Did you ever just keep trying and keep trying to write a journal entry and you just can't do it? You know what you want to say, you know exactly what you want to talk about in it, but for some reason it just doesn't seem like it should be posted?
I'm not going to be bitchy. I'm not going to groan and complain about my life.
All I'm going to say is that this morning, both the best thing and the worst thing that could possible happen to me right then, happened within no more than five minutes of each other. Maybe not the EXACT best and worst, but pretty damn close.
I'm getting literally dizzy from it. I don't know if I should be happy or upset. I'm leaning as much as I can towards being happy and it's working for the most part but goddammit that upset is still crawling around inside my head.
I'm going to enjoy things right now. I'm going to be happy with things the way they fucking are. I'm happy. I mean that. It's been a good day.
This post doesn't make sense right now. In a few days maybe I'll post another one that will make more sense, if I can find it in me to do so.
Hey look, a seguey into a quiz!
No offense Tracy but this will NEVER happen.