I think the hardest thing about being an adult, sitting here, watching a movie with my friends in my living room, is pretending that I wasn’t dancing around like an idiot to Taylor Swift, like, ten minutes before they got here…
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If anyone needs me, I’m just casually doing the math on how much sleep I’ll get if I go to sleep RIGHT NOW. The answer is: not much. I should go to sleep. Ok… night!
I’m just sitting here innocently watching Game of Thrones and ALL THREE cats are in various parts of the living room staring at me. I’m very uncomfortable. I’m going to take it as a sign to just go to bed… that and I agreed to working a double… a decision I’m sure I shall come
Ok. So I’m a night owl. Hardcore. To the extreme. Case in point, it’s 3:07am. I have also been on a crazy Panic at the Disco kick lately. Brendon Urie is a wonderful vocalist and their songs are great for workouts and listening to while working/driving/everything. Anyway, I’m painfully in love with the song This
So I’m fairly certain I just met my soulmate, in a manner of speaking… I was at a stoplight not too long ago and was totally jamming out to a killer Taylor Swift mash-up (it’s Bad Blood mashed with Never Getting Back Together… here it is… you’re welcome). Anyway, I’m at the stoplight waiting to
People like to ask what my process is when I’m writing. I don’t have a real answer so I’m gonna babble about everything I did leading up to getting ready to write today: I spent the better part of today getting some chores done around the house and I’m now settling in to my role as
It’s now 2:30am and I’m watching Frozen. My writer’s block has slowly transitioned into insomnia. I’m also hungry. Am I blogging correctly?
I have been battling with writer’s block on and off for, I don’t know, my entire life. Five years ago I set out to write my first book* and the speed with which I am accomplishing that task is comparable to a one-legged turtle, climbing uphill, in December, through molasses. Also I just learned that