I’ve always really wanted a surprise party. Which sucks because you can’t ask people to throw you a surprise party, because then you obviously know to expect a surprise party. I don’t know, I mean, you see parties like that on tv and movies and they never seem to go according to plan but they always work out in the end…. Just seems like it would be really cool.
Oranges all the way everyday! No but seriously oranges are like my second favorite fruit so yeah oranges.
I haven’t decided if I’m going into work tonight, but regardless I’m going to be up all night.
So, you lovely people of the inter-webs should ask me questions :D!?
Do if you do, don’t if you don’t.
I hate how everywhere you go you’ll run into cliques. Work, school, friends, family- doesn’t matter there’s always going to be people against people. It’s very highschool.
I do what I do and try to get along with everyone. I try not to take sides. If I don’t like you I’ll confront or avoid you, but I’m not going to go around and try to rally people against you.
I guess that’s just how things work in our society.
Local workplace overrun by flying ants makes work hazardous!
No but it was a pain having those little guys flying around all night.
So, someone should throw a prompt my way.
I’m in that writing mood, but all of my ideas seem silly or boring.
Also, what do you guys what; fiction, personals, anything?
Ok so, I know this blogs been dead for awhile, but in my defence I’ve been uber busy with life and stuff.
It’s summer time, and I’m feeling on top of the world. About to head off to college, I’ve got a good car, a great job, wonderful family, amazing friends and a kick ass girlfriend.
So yeah, I’m feeling pretty great!
I’m working through the sea of writers block to bring you guys some new bits. Bare with me please, and thanks for standing by!
My mother was a very sweet caring soul, in the beginning. She did everything a mother did. She cooked, she cleaned, she cooed, and had such a warm touch. She read stories and poetry before bed. She drug me to church and made me stand, as she once had to. My mother tried her best to bring me up…
I guess I’m reblogging this because it’s “Mother’s Day” but honestly I don’t know. I wanted to text and call every motherly figure I’ve had so far, but I could get my actual mom out of my head. I miss her. I miss her so much. I don’t know if she’s lost forever, but I do know the one I use to know is never coming back.