Is 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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‘Tis the last day of the month, time for a look back at the month that was.
I suppose I should have written this on the weekend, when I had my calendars handy. Alas, it’s early on Tuesday and I’m thinking, “Days… month… blur… What?”
I figure if I start typing, it’ll all come back to me (a la Celine Dion singing a song meant for Meatloaf).
April is ending. Let’s LOOK BACK with Daisy Digest.
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I’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?
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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Welcome 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.
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Anyhoo, a few random Friday Fhoughts:
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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…
Continue reading “Legendary”
These three things, they randomly are.
Written quick, read by those afar.
Drivel, pointless; thoughts, disjointed.
Very low blogging bar…
Welcome to a random day when my brain is all WHAT? And when that happens, it’s all like, “Share this with the people!”
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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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Such a farce, a tease, a carrot on the end of a stick that was so much further away than I realized. The day I thought I turned a corner, I did — but only to get hit by a second truck I never saw coming. I was better than I had been, but not well. The true meaning of that word wouldn’t arrive in any real way for another five days (read: until today).
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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.
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 “Una nota de martes”