When reading a blog, rarely do I care what makes you an expert. I do not research your validity, your background, college, current profession or name. It’s the topic Mr. Anderson…it’s what I Googled. It’s what returned. Where are these people searching for answers on your background on the internet?
It smells. It’s the taste. Your facts sound good, prestigious…I didn’t get past the third word in your bio. Keep it short, keep it factual, shrugs. Make it sound like music to my ears.
8:15 pm 5/10/2017
I’m preheating the oven for some pasta I said I wasn’t going to eat. 8:17, I cut the oven off and laid on the floor and couldn’t stop thinking about tomorrow. Reflecting back on the last 364 days and what has happened:
- Moved out of the roommates mystery mansion.
- Moved in with a guy who told everyone I was his girlfriend and I played the role. Every minute was a low point. Moved out.
- Moved in with the sister. Money this. Rice on the floor that. Slept in the living room because the spare bedroom got turned into the garage because the garage was filled with non-rent paying junk. Moved out.
- Moved into my own place.
Now what. Everyday my head has so many thoughts and at this moment I’m looking for an answer to “is this ok?”
Trust the process. Tomorrow, somewhere around 10am, will be the anniversary of my retirement. To celebrate the momentous occasion I’m going to Topgolf. I hope it rains.
Written, directed and starring Atalaya Wilder
Producer: William L. Forsyth, Jr.
Introducing: Miles Daniel
Seven psychopaths. Old witches meet MTV’s Real World Road Rules Challenge. This is bonkers. They are 50. I don’t know if anybody is taking notes but all of these women are divorced. Dating doesn’t get better for them they just talk more. Nobody listens to Sonya. I will make your issue about me in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Dorinda the stories she tells are legend. This friendship above anything. How you choose to live your life is up to you. I will be screaming in here in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
I’ve been to a retirement home mixer so I can say this, Frankel’s holiday party had that feel. How many “mashuganas” can one person hear that night over the curtains. Was anybody there on an air tank stroller? How was midnight bingo? That sounds kinda fucking cool actually.
Donald Trump is a dead ringer for Ramona. Wild birds. Jule’s husband was looking around the room for his divorce. Prediction: Luann’s new husband will also leave her. What good is freedom if it means being boring?
This show is when a lucid dream and what I can only imagine as acid meets. It is all over the place. This show is run by lunatic geniuses. Today is this dudes birthday, he got shot in the eyes, his classic car was scratched by his partner. A mess. What is this dudes problem? Soon they are gonna start cooking blue meth.
Click the pic below for details.
Mama took the show on the road and landed at Wale’s Tabernacle mosh pit! I’m having a blast, yep I’m still here and it’s still going. Dude to the left of me, his breath keeps taping on my shoulder I smell you boo. Ugh.
Wale is leaving now and so am I. Enjoy your weekend!!
Do you find it funny my writing to you? I’ve been waiting for you. I imagine your voice to be sweet.
What do you like?
I want to know everything about you. Your likes your dislikes.
Do you have a favorite food?
What’s your name?
Dancers. You like dancers. Funny.
You like flying. Comfortable.
What are you wearing?
Are you shy?
- Relax yourself. It’s what you do. It’s best for you.
I can see it.