There is notebook beside my bed, with a pen always at the ready. I wish I could leave my laptop on and ready to go beside my bed, but that never works out. Sometimes what I’m thinking about as I’m waking up are the most important thoughts of my whole day. So I like to write myself notes about things on my mind. If I write them down it helps me stay organized and motivated.
What works for you?
Have all the people in my fucked up family totally lost their minds?
We had the whole family together at my brother’s house for Thanksgiving dinner. Everyone was acting like an ass the entire day. People were arguing, bitching and whining. I did not enjoy the day one little bit.
Even at the dinner table, these so-called adults were rude and obnoxious. I could not believe what a terrible display they all put on for each other. I am skipping Thanksgiving with them next year. That sucked big time and ruined my whole day.
When I was a kid we played games every Sunday afternoon when the weather was too bad to be outside. My parents kept a bunch of board games, cards and dice in the hall closet. We used to play Monopoly a lot – it was one of our favorite ways to spend 3-4 hours together.
Another board game that I liked a lot was Clue. That game always had me fascinated with figuring out who did it, in what room, and with what weapon. I always thought the game Clue was partly educational, as you had to learn about gathering clues and making logical assumptions.
My boyfriend does not eat cheese. He is not allergic to it – he just doesn’t like it. He also says that it is not healthy. It is so bad that if someone actually gives him a cheeseburger instead of a hamburger, that he will throw it away, uneaten, rather than scrape off the unwanted cheese and eat it. He says you can never scrape off all the cheese once it has melted.
I feel sorry for him. I love cheese, I like it as a source of calcium and I like the taste. I cannot imagine going the rest of my life without ever eating a cheeseburger or mac and cheese again.
This whole past month, maybe 5 weeks or more, has been Yard Sale Season around here. I mean, there is a fucking yard sale sign on the corner by the stop sign every fucking Thursday and Friday.
Since when did Thursday become the optimum yard sale day? Who the fuck has time on a Thursday to drive around neighborhoods and poke their grubby fingers through everyone else’s junk? Don’t these people have jobs?
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