I was surprised...
I was puzzled by a dream...
If I thought my audience were more curious, I'd use hints instead of saying things on purpose. The theory behind is that only those who really want to know would find out. Too bad nobody else is as curious as I am. Heck, I may have just made this blog secret and led a bread crumb trail to it, just to be sure my readers were worthy. Would you condescend to help me?...
Desperation is the devil's work...
I'm learning some Spanish from Lost. I don't notice myself reading the subtitles, but I think I could take a basic Spanish test and pass. Heck, I could do better than that; I could even move to California.
I've been told I should tell myself what I'm supposed to and supposed not to feel. I'm also told people are supposed to know how I feel instead of my being so stoic. Am I stoic? Last I checked, people think I'm not in control of my emotions. Anyway, I decided I have too many excuses and I'm going to complain one last time, and then I'll do that thing where I fix what bothers me. I'm good at that.
...Like I never occurred.
Sometimes I get that slight bit of bitterness in the back of my throat. I didn't even like him; I wonder how horrible it must taste to those who love and lose.
And the worst thing about using a laptop at night is having to squish bugs against the screen.
And on worse note, I felt something in my hairline just where my widow's peak would lie if I had one; I pulled out an ant.
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