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.
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.
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How do you clear your mind?
What should I do?
I feel stuck right now.
I need of a web developer that I can work with and have no clue how to find them.
I’m going back and forth with myself debating if I should contact him or not. The last thing I told Bill before I blocked him in my phone was “I am not happier with you”. I wasn’t happy. He put me in a place I have never been before. If we can’t be lovers we can’t be anything.
Life isn’t fair. I am in a place in my life where I am not about burning bridges. I want to reach out because he has been where I am but is it worth it? Leaving and returning hasn’t made the situation better…yet.
I am tense and I can feel the stress cramping in my neck.
This is so simple I said, no need to worry about the cost, why should I.
Yes my budget is laughable but it’s all I have. There is no more help. This is the last account I can empty. I believe in it. What am I going to do?
He’s on a date. Philip, Scott insert here is going to drop him off. Their getting closer. He looks like a little girl. Blushing.
I didn’t realize I was going to have to take these things out my hair. Holding mum breath. I’m pregnant. Pregnant. This belly. Free-flowing lightweight.
Do you think you can feel someone thinking about you? Are these feelings my own? My head is stone. Hire a gay male assistant.
Isn’t the internet cool? Relaxation.
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