May 2009
I don’t get it, and honestly I don’t think I ever will. We discuss, argue, and then agree to turn in for the night. I roll over, and find you sharing your thoughts elsewhere—instead at the source of your frustration, namely ME. I don’t get it. I never will. I’m rolling over.
a coverletter? What’s that?
A nice old gentleman in Big Y struck up an unsolicited conversation with me this morning, and before we concluded, he walking merrily toward the Frozen Department, I would learn that the state of Massachusetts and Connecticutt are indeedly broke—”…and borrowing from our grandchildren and great grandchildren to pay off it’s debt..”
I aim to do really well this weekend. I aim to do my best tomorrow. I aim not to get frustrated by the answers.
jealousy is an awkward waste of blood pressure.
it’s becoming discerningly clear, if not difficult, to do my task if I don’t know what it is I’m doing or I’m tethered to 5 different protocols when I try to do said task. Once I knew my mission, it was clear and had the horizon above it, now it’s awkwardly shallow, and there isn’t too much room for improvement.
My best ideas always arrive at night, out from under my down-filled pillow, to assault my wesry mind with intense ideas. Sometimes I retain most of what was said, and other times, I don’t have a clue of the verbiage( i liken it to asteroids seeking safe passage through the Holland Tunnel). I have 10 short story ideas on paper, and every night, like clock work, when the grumbling and murmurs...
Blog ideas: female friends; musings; ghosts, and irrational drivers.
I wish I could play sports all year round.
I need something to do, but my mind can’t seem to wrangle itself around 1 of the thousands of millions of things fluttering around in my head.
Apple Sauce?
“I once asked the Goblin that lives under my bed “Why do you remove my shoe...”
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I think I’m starting to realize the intrusiveness or disclosure-infestation that goes hand in hand with Twitter and Twitterlosophy. I understand sharing content, relevant content, with one’s neighbors and friends. This I understand. But, what I don’t accept is the intrusiveness of which some people go about sharing, in a Table of Contents sort of matter, every detail of their...
Hey I say, “So what’s wrong WITH a big butt and a smile?”
I can’t get enough ofa good read after a awesome game.
