It’s amazing how much a difference how you decorate can make! I’m on a roll, and I hesitate to stop and even take the time away from my book to compose a blog post. You all ought to have an update though, and I’m happy to share my joy and remind myself why I’m so… Continue reading A New Writing Space
The last weekend of the first month! I’d say I got the year off to a good start. So far, I believe I’m meeting my new year’s resolution to eat less sugar and get daily exercise, even if my sleep is still wonky. (3am to 12pm is a normal-ish schedule, right?) I’ve read five books,… Continue reading Emotional Sprints…and Marathons
(Written last night, typed up today) I just marched down to Hot Lips Pizza on Killingsworth. It’s little less than a mile from my house, and it’s the farthest I’ve walked in weeks. I’ve certainly gotten used to riding a bike again. Its been a long hot day though, and after hiding in my room… Continue reading Hot Lips Soda After a Hot Long Day
The good news is the surgery went as well for my friend as we could have hoped for. Both of her little boys are now plugging along in her belly, and the doctor is optimistic about the outcome of the pregnancy. Foetuses are so strange. It’s just a pollywog in someone’s tummy that, if unwanted,… Continue reading The Trouble with Twins and Emergency Fetal Surgery
By going to a night club for the first time, I finally realized what all those goofy high school functions were trying to coolly emulate. For some reason, loud music, laser-y lights, and an excuse to dress up seems to be the definitive definition of fun once you’re on the other side of fourteen years… Continue reading Out of My Element: Night Club Edition
It’s my blog, so if I want to write posts about imaginary pigs, you can bet I’m going to. For everyone who acts immature on the internet, I’m sure not going to feel self-conscious about acting childish on it. To be fair, Cloven Snowsnout isn’t actually an imaginary pig, he’s just not a real pig.… Continue reading Cloven Snowsnout
21 was a significant number for me yesterday. It was the 21st day of the lunar cycle, 21 days until my boyfriend returns home from England, and my 21st birthday. There’s a lot of pressure to make turning twenty-one really big and exciting, however, when you don’t drink, you have to get creative. Before you… Continue reading 21 Years Sober
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