Today I washed my front door. It was surprisingly dirty. The other doors in my building are pretty clean, except for those for unoccupied condos. I’m wondering, do these people wash their doors regularly? Is this normal?
…is it so difficult for me to keep up with all of my old friends? I WANT to, and yet….I am not doing it.
I hate talking on the phone, but I guess I should get over that. Is that how everyone else stays in touch?
I’ve gotten really skilled at keeping in touch with one person, but that’s because she sort of cracked the whip on me, which I appreciate beyond all belief.
God, I’m really sad right now, for being such an asshole who doesn’t make enough of an effort.
Yay today is my one year anniversary of not dying from the blood clot in my brain!
To celebrate, I will…uh…take an aspirin.
Last week, while I was in Barnes and Noble, I ducked behind some shelves to hide from an acquaintance I didn’t want to talk to, and found myself face to face with this book.
Now I kind of want to learn to crochet to make these things. I get frustrated quickly with stuff like this, though, when I don’t get it right away….plus I’m not ready to lay out the money for supplies yet, since I usually quit too early to make it financially worthwhile.
Here’s another awesome one:
Too bad I’m so passive.
It occurred to me the other day that this blog has gotten sort of boring as shit. And that’s because I’m always hesitant to write embarrassing stuff about myself.
I consider my life, for blogging purposes, to fall into three main categories.
Those last two categories include all the really embarrassing things. So I’m going to try to step it up and humiliate the crap out of myself. 