sunk
Once again, I missed the the LFB deadline. I have it mostly done. I just don’t have the heart to finish. Instead, I need to tell you about my evening,
it’s getting there…seriously!
You guys, I am so frickin’ tired. Seriously. Thursday,I had my LFB blog about half done when work like blew up in my face and I ended up working until like
tuesday ramblings and more gardening pics
Life is really, really good at the moment. Even though it is AUGUST and this is what it looked like this morning: No, that is not a blurry picture, that
pygmalion: late night hypotheses
Pygmalion Effect: an experiment to support the hypothesis that reality can be influenced by the expectations of others. How we believe the world is and what we honestly think it
lfb: football fantasia
So it is indeed that time of year again. The time of year when I cease having a boyfriend. He gets suspiciously replaced with a screaming, rabid football fan. PVDD
caution: consume with extreme care
I feel compelled to share with you, my dear myspaz friends, a disconcerting thing that just happened. See, The Kid has a little package of Gummi Bears. Of course, as
lfb: strap in, it’s speedo time
So this week LFB says: write a commentary about your best summer vacation. Best summer vacation. Psh. I am here to tell you, I haven’t had a summer vacation since
lfb: morning melodrama
“What a beautiful morning,” Bonnie said with a sigh as she seated herself at the table in the breakfast nook across from her husband. “Mmmhmm,” His nose was buried in
herro?
Well, I’m in LA again this week, and for some reason tonight I feel indescribably, unfathomably lonely. Lately it’s been on my mind that I have no close ties to
los angeles, 2n style
Okay next topic for the day. As you know (probably) I travel for my job sometimes. I used to travel more frequently than I do now, and most times now
