I decided sometime last night (after not being able to sleep for all the thoughts filtering through my head), to spend five minutes a day "clearing my cache" of thoughts by opening up WordPad and typing anything - and everything - that passes through. I made a point to leave it jumbled and inconsequential.
Feel free to do it yourself, but I'm not out to start one of those chain-blogs. Here's my five minutes:
It never works to have five worms and a medicine cabinet all in the same place. Could you imagine...Stupid phone keeps ringing. I don't know how people can function when the phone rings off the hook all the time. All that wasted time just spent answering a thing that, in the long run, has no real social value. My book is ready. Ready? No. Ordered and in. Sweet. Finally get to see what happens at the end. Wonder if Nik will want to watch the end of that Robin Hood series tonight. He'll probably be too tired. Elephants. They never get the spotlight unless they're stupid. Like dumbo. Stupid phones - stupid elephants. April 3rd.
Why am I concerned with April 3rd? I don't think there's anything going on - oh. OH! That's what it was. Nevermind. Guess I'll have to keep better track of my dates. Speaking of dates, I haven't had one in a while. Maybe will have to take Dale out to a play when he gets back. Assuming, of course, I'm not already AT said play and doing something. Good grief, how did my life end up so hectic? And complicated?
I think it's been this way since I was 13 and am only now reminiscing on the "good old days" when all I had to worry about was having a cooler lunchbox than the kid sitting next to me. (Inevitably a boy, because...Let's face it. I was a little girl and wanted to be one of the boys. Wonder if it's that subconcious wanting to belong to the male crowd that led me to going to school for auto mechanics, or if that was a genuine ingrained interest. Wonder if it's a blood trait and not just an environmental pick-up. Wonder, wonder, wonder.)
Can't seem to understand streaming audio programs. Simplicity is key, or was it that sometimes...Freakin' A! Does this notification bar ever turn off? I can't believe I finally got through those books. They were indescribably horrible. Having flashbacks of Rusty from Twister. What the heck do I want to think of that guy for?
Fifty-eight bottles of beer on the wall...
Ray, George, Seth, Gemima, Geo...Geo? Geo Challenge. Challenge to a race, or maybe five. What about Imperial insignias? Draw, oh right. Calling card. Like the Joker. But with a white tunic. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous...Mice. And men. Or just mice. Rats taste better with seasoning. Black Plague ruined everything. Seth can't be associated with Texas. Doesn't make sense. Four hicks and a barrel of clowns makes more sense than Seth equals Texas.
Christ that's a long tone. Probably should change my A/C adapter before that box blows up or burns a hole in the floor.
- Tara
Feel free to do it yourself, but I'm not out to start one of those chain-blogs. Here's my five minutes:
It never works to have five worms and a medicine cabinet all in the same place. Could you imagine...Stupid phone keeps ringing. I don't know how people can function when the phone rings off the hook all the time. All that wasted time just spent answering a thing that, in the long run, has no real social value. My book is ready. Ready? No. Ordered and in. Sweet. Finally get to see what happens at the end. Wonder if Nik will want to watch the end of that Robin Hood series tonight. He'll probably be too tired. Elephants. They never get the spotlight unless they're stupid. Like dumbo. Stupid phones - stupid elephants. April 3rd.
Why am I concerned with April 3rd? I don't think there's anything going on - oh. OH! That's what it was. Nevermind. Guess I'll have to keep better track of my dates. Speaking of dates, I haven't had one in a while. Maybe will have to take Dale out to a play when he gets back. Assuming, of course, I'm not already AT said play and doing something. Good grief, how did my life end up so hectic? And complicated?
I think it's been this way since I was 13 and am only now reminiscing on the "good old days" when all I had to worry about was having a cooler lunchbox than the kid sitting next to me. (Inevitably a boy, because...Let's face it. I was a little girl and wanted to be one of the boys. Wonder if it's that subconcious wanting to belong to the male crowd that led me to going to school for auto mechanics, or if that was a genuine ingrained interest. Wonder if it's a blood trait and not just an environmental pick-up. Wonder, wonder, wonder.)
Can't seem to understand streaming audio programs. Simplicity is key, or was it that sometimes...Freakin' A! Does this notification bar ever turn off? I can't believe I finally got through those books. They were indescribably horrible. Having flashbacks of Rusty from Twister. What the heck do I want to think of that guy for?
Fifty-eight bottles of beer on the wall...
Ray, George, Seth, Gemima, Geo...Geo? Geo Challenge. Challenge to a race, or maybe five. What about Imperial insignias? Draw, oh right. Calling card. Like the Joker. But with a white tunic. Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous...Mice. And men. Or just mice. Rats taste better with seasoning. Black Plague ruined everything. Seth can't be associated with Texas. Doesn't make sense. Four hicks and a barrel of clowns makes more sense than Seth equals Texas.
Christ that's a long tone. Probably should change my A/C adapter before that box blows up or burns a hole in the floor.
- Tara
Lately, my conscience has been taking the form of Zub....
Which is a bit scary really. Because he's split up into Good & Evil. I thought he was just Evil all the time...
...one guess whose advice I took.
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Which is a bit scary really. Because he's split up into Good & Evil. I thought he was just Evil all the time...
...one guess whose advice I took.
play with Tara O'Sullivan's alien >> http://saveanalien.com/ali
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