The Only Constant is Change
I like to play with change and this is less permanent than a bad hair cut or dying my hair.
I like to play with change and this is less permanent than a bad hair cut or dying my hair.
Photo credit my stepfather, JR. He is living and working in Iraq and for some reason they got this live turkey; however, they didn’t have the heart to slaughter it. So now it is the back yard pet. I guess you could say this is one thankful turkey.
My house is a mess. I can’t stop being grouchy to my boyfriend. I look like crap. I’m tired and I’m hungry. Oh yeah, I’m …
I’m up a couple of pounds this week…like 4. I like cheese–a lot. Why can’t there be like veggie cheese cause then I’d be, like, …
Three days into the writing and I’m a bit behind. I’m at 2,718 words and to stay on schedule I need to be at 5,000 …
And it begins… My first sentence: The food must have been poisoned or laced with hallucinogenic drugs. Eleven words and counting, I need to write 1,667 (or …
The past creeps up on me now and then and shouts “BOO!” like a prankster on Halloween. I tend to avoid painful or embarrassing memories or …
Monthly Archives: November 2007