Most of you know by now that I’m a fairly sane person. OK so that’s not true at all; but I’d like to think you all know that I’m crazy in the “might speak in a British accent for 98 hours straight” kind of way, and not in the “off-the-wall-bat-shit-avoid-when-you-see-me-out-in-public,” way- …
I started this week out with a sense of vigor that I haven’t felt in months. I felt happier. I felt revitalized. I had more energy. Getting off of the couch to walk to the bathroom no longer required the “you can do it” self-motivational speech. I even went grocery …
I need to let you in on a secret… this is a big one, guys. Not even my journal or my boyfriend (who has to hear my wine-induced honesty) knows about this one. I cannot wait to be an old person. I mean, I don’t really want to get old, …
I woke up feeling happy. Then I took two steps outside into the bitter cold and my mood, like the weather, fell about 20 degrees. My last day of running the radio board went smoothly, but still I can’t shake this melancholy blanket I seem to have wrapped myself in …