I was thinking recently, that I must be an anti-social bore to most of the people who know me. (At least those who know me on a superficial level.) I have no patience or time for most of them, not necessarily because they are bad people or bad to me or
I’m in a pickle. I’ve been thinking about what to write about today and I’ve drawn a blank. So I’ll just talk about what I’m up to. (Which is not much) But I have a goal to reach. I have to blog every day. I can’t slack five weeks in. So I guess my blog…
Well, it’s here again! The one holiday of the year that’s never made any difference in my life. Please don’t think I’m being cynical, I don’t want you lovers (I’m wagging my eyebrows here) out there to think I’m trying to dampen the day for you.
I’ve always been an oddball. In primary school I was what you would call an extreme extrovert with sever bossy tendencies. I wasn’t a bully or anything, I never really even thought about it, really. I was just me and literally, my world revolved around me. I never had time to make sport of
Yesterday was my first failure in 4 weeks, on this 7 week challenge I set for myself. I regard it as such because it was the first time I gave in to laziness. Regardless of my previous commitment the day before not to let myself
Escaping from reality is something all of us do on a daily basis. You focus on your work, hang out with friends or go online just to have something to do. Why?
Day 3 of this week started on a colorful note for me, language wise. Why? You ask, fellow growers, because of a series of decisions. Last night, for some reason I decided to begin picking away at my lad nail do…just because.
Hello there, fellow growers! How are you? Good? Good. Oh, who, me? Still feeling like what the cat dragged in today. Thanks for asking. 🙂 (I’m not being sarcastic today. I’m sort of in a better mood) Yesterday I was kind of the opinion that I am sick, today I’m sure. What’s happened to my…
This week is off to a slow start for me. I woke up early, with my first alarm, but gave into the foreman of failure, as my dad call him (he read this in a book someplace), when he convinced me to take 2 more hours of sleep.