i read about what happens to a cat when they get neutered and it made me almost cry. i didn’t quite cry though. my cat is getting fixed tomorrow and i hope he does not feel too bad about being neutral.
"i guess i don't really know"
i recycled for one week and i got this checklist left in the recycling box of all the ways i had done recycling wrong. i thought putting recyclable materials in the recycling box meant you were doing it right.
do people hope that bad things will happen to them so they can write books about it? i am sick of people writing books.
i am studying for the gmat. i want an mba. but i definitely do not want to go to business school.
last week i had to write a professional bio for myself. at the end of the bio in really small letters i wrote this is a new low point
the funny thing about holiday gift guides is that i love everything in the guide for myself and yet nothing is right for anyone on my list.
i do not like to get too close to the sides of the tops of tall buildings. because what of the feeling of all that wind in your face.
if you’re in a photograph and you aren’t tagged, where you there?
if you go to disneyland and don’t blog about it, did it happen?
it is sad when someone makes fun of a song you like so you stop listening to it. and then you hear it on the radio a year later and it makes you cry.
sometimes i wish my cat would just leave me the alone.
i wish more people began sentences with surely so i could end more responses with and don’t call me shirley
being across country from my family and friends makes me afraid that someone will die and i’ll regret every decision that’s brought me here
i spend a lot of time looking at other people’s creative stuff on the internet, thinking that i could do that and i should do that. but i never think that what i actually do i could do that and i should do that.
i started posting again a year later. i am sick of posting fairy tales on all my social media outlets.
