Can You Stomach It?

August 20, 2014

It's Wednesday,  although I think it should be Friday, and it's been a while since I've showed up to confession. Forgive me Blogger, for I have sinned...

+ I want to just stop paying bills. They're ruining everything. I get paid on Friday and want to go do something fun. Meanwhile my bills are getting ready to be all

+ I tried tripe a few weekends ago. It's by far the craziest thing I've ever eaten and ironically enough... I didn't hate it after I added a little salt since it's kind of bland. I should have added more cheese and I probably would have devoured it. Next time... what?!

+ I have no idea how much I weight right now other than what the gym scale tells me. If it's too be believed, I'm not happy about it. No, I don't care what the number is per say, but I care because it's not moving.

+ Last week when it was raining, I actually missed my old job. Only because I wouldn't have hesitated to call out, stay home on the couch all day watching Netflix and listening to the rain.

+ I considered closing up shop 2 weeks ago. I doubted whether I could, or even wanted to, keep up with this place with where my life is right now. And then I remembered I'm a writer. Not published, not famous, but a writer nonetheless. I need this space.

+ I'm ready for fall to be here. Overall the last week has been perfect weather. Cool in the morning, warm in the afternoon. I need this blended climate 24/7. San Diego needs to be in my future.

+ I need some scandal in my life. The good kind though.

+ I love when people leave their curtains open. Then I can see what they're watching. Highlight of my evening walks!

This is more of a current event but...

+ I think the NFL wanting to get paid by the halftime acts is absolute bullshit. Seriously NFL? I'm pretty sure that if you stopped only suspending player's who drag unconscious girl friend's around two games, and actually fining them, then you wouldn't need to charge the entertainment to... entertain.

And that's it for today. Seriously.... I need some scandal. Then these confessions might be better.

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