I’ve been going through old photos, trying to decide how organized they are and if they’re backed up adequately. (Ummm and nope, in case you’re wondering.) This is from 2014. It was not the best year of my life. But somehow, in the midst of all the completely insane and demoralizing situations that popped up,Continue reading “[shot stories] poppies”
I’ve spent the last two and a half weeks trying to figure out what I want my 35th year to look like. I’m like I DON’T EVEN KNOW OKAY I JUST DON’T KNOW. I’m kind of tired. Tired like “Life is hard no matter who you are and I have a mood disorder and IContinue reading “i turned 34 in june”
It’s probably sad that I want to start all of my blog posts with “We all know I’m crazy, right?” but I just want to be sure that we all know that *I* know that sometimes what I decide to talk about is… eccentric. Okay then. One of my criteria for A Good Hair DayContinue reading “[shot stories] hair”
I wanted the sun to shine more today. There were glimpses of blue sky and a few fleeting rays. I tried to get some writing work done. Mostly I made cryptic notes until my attention wandered to the sky.
For all of January I have felt several twinkles short of a glitter. When I saw this in a story I was reading, well, I had to laugh and laugh and laugh. Then I had to write it down. And that’s when I noticed how awesome my desk looked because the lamp light was shiningContinue reading “[shot stories] glass jars”
I met my husband when I came home from a rainy day of college classes to find him sitting on my couch. He was in my apartment with some other friends of my roommate. He was wearing a long-sleeved Nightwish t-shirt. Nightwish was supposed to play in Atlanta in 2005 (2006?) but cancelled their tourContinue reading “[shot stories] a rock show”
Last week someone scienced too hard with our More Sprinkles cup. It’s currently sitting in the freezer, housing an ice-encased Lightning McQueen. The bottom is split away from the rest of the cup. I haven’t worked up the mental energy to thaw it. But. I want to “kragle” the cup and use it at myContinue reading “[shot stories] more sprinkles”
But all I can think about is but then I feel like maybe I appear to be minimizing the importance of the day. But. Everybody wants a revolution, but nobody wants to do the dishes. And I’m not sure where that originated, because I found conflicting information on The Google. But. Things change when peopleContinue reading “[shot stories] Labor Day”