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Friday Fhoughts: Folume Five

Friday Fhoughts - BlackIs this only the fifth time I’m doing this? Apparently. Seems like longer somehow. And yet, time flies by. Universe = enigma!

Hopefully, the typing will help warm me up as I’m freezing. It’s not supposed to be all early March up in May, but Mother Nature did not get that memo. Also, The People did not get the memo that it’s Friday, and Friday is a day for doing less, not more. I don’t care if you did nothing all week and need to follow up, empty your desk, answer your emails. I’m trying to relax on my first extremely unofficial weekend day (whilst at work). You’re not helping.

I shall blog, and that will help. And so, without further ado, I present:

FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME FIVE

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Friday Fhoughts: Folume Four

Friday Fhoughts - BlackI’m all, “I have stories to share. Should I do that?” Or “But my mind is all random-y, too, so should I do that?” Or BOTH?

*faints*

Smile face on the keyboard in the photo whispers, “Be the happy smiley on the keyboard. Just write!”

And so, without further ado, I present:

FRIDAY FHOUGHTS, FOLUME FOUR

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Friday Fhoughts, Folume 3

Friday Fhoughts - BlackWelcome to Friday Fhoughts, Folume 3.

I randomly wrote a few things — you know, fhoughts — a few Fridays ago. Now, in its third week, it’s a thing, y’all.

Welcome to the randomness of my brain at the end of another work week (sorry, weekend workers!).

Just imagine as you read what it must be like to be in my head all. the. time.

… … …

Anyhoo, a few random Friday Fhoughts:

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Legendary

Though susceptible to emarketing, I still receive email from the Philadelphia outlet that hosts Broadway tours because if I ever set foot in New York City again, I’ll be the most surprised person out of anyone.  In these emails, I expect to see notices of other upcoming shows. What I don’t expect is hyperbole to the point that I almost spit out my drink whilst reading the screen:

Rob Lowe: Hollywood actor and screen legend.

Oh, take a seat. This is going to take a few…

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Signs

When contemplating change, in addition to traditional INFJ (over)analyzing, I pay attention to the world around me, which I believe sends me signs. I don’t go looking for signs — that defeats the purpose. But if something comes my way, and I see / hear / experience it, and it makes my brain go, “Look! A SIGN!” then I take notice. I contemplate then what the sign may be trying to tell me and where it fits into the contemplating process.

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So I’m recovering, still (sinuses are in a battle for their lives as we speak). I get out of the shower last night, super exhausted.

I think to myself, “You know what you need? You need a really good night’s sleep.”

Now, this wouldn’t be a This Is How My Mind Works post if that’s just how it went. The self-conversation actually went like this:

To myself:  “You know what you need?”

My inner Samantha Baker, to me:  “You need 4 inches of bod and a great birthday.”

Me, to me, as well as Samantha:  “No. You need a really good night’s sleep.”

… Although, a birthday would be nice. Mmm. Cake….

Note: If you don’t know that I often speak in movie quotes and/or song lyrics, and/or you’re not familiar with Sixteen Candles, thanks for reading this post that doesn’t make a lick of sense to you anyway.

 

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Una nota de martes

Twas the Tuesday before American Thanksgiving, when we celebrate people in silly hats with buckles pre-snookering cool cats in feather headdresses with crappy food like turkey, but hey, beggers can’t be choosers, eh? I am at work. I will forever be at work. Though told that Friday is “family time,” ergo boss will not be in the office, I will be here, despite the fact that I came from and in fact do still have a family. Apparently, family time = only for the 1%. Continue reading →

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I can’t think of a clever title because summer’s humidity makes my brain not work properly

(Boy, that was wordy.)

A spam comment started with this: “Keep functioning.” (A) Thanks, bot, for the encouragement said in a really weird way. (B) How did you know I’m struggling to function?

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Woke Up Singing: The Heights

Almost every day, my brain wakes with a record already dropped on its turntable. Sometimes, it’s like a dream — me telling me something or revisiting something about me/my life. Other times, it’s random as f*ck and I like to think my subconscious is just trying to keep me entertained on this crazy roller coaster ride called life.

I celebrate this in my new Frequently Infrequent Series Woke Up Singing. (Other Frequently Infrequent Series include Movie Monday: A Review for You and Daisy Delights (under construction).)

Today’s jukebox classic, and I use that term loosely, in this case comes courtesy of The Heights.

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