It's choppy, it's incorrect and it's exactly what I wanted. A little slice of my temporary insanity from last fall.
Seven and a half miles. Thats how long it took me to figure out I hadnt done it right. I sat all night, wondering, yet laughing through everything happening. The dumb jokes, guest stories, co-worker whining and I still managed to get through it without asking a single question. Wed gone to the Potbelly and I waited. I resisted asking the whole drive back
Shouldn't be blogging now. I took two painkillers about 20 minutes ago and I think they're kicking in. Given how long I can stay awake under certain circumstances I'd like to go to bed as soon as they take effect so I have a larger window to try and sleep comfortably. By the way. So you don't worry about me, the possible drug rash isn't mine and is not related to the painkillers I took. I'm not going to go into why I've taken painkillers until later.
Mum had her follow up appointment
Updated 05-30-2012 at 12:48 PM by Bluebiird
(Dont blame me. You were warned)
Well I have to say I am thankful for all the comments and advice on vitamins. I am happy to find out it wasn't anything serious, but now I am so focused on getting iron I eat everything that is rich of it. I am gonna take another blood test in about three months to see where I am after getting B12, here on the ice you can't buy B12 you have to talk to a doctor to get it. What surprises me the most is that last summer I often got infections in my mouth and saw three doctors about it and they just
I guess I understand why the movie industry keeps trying to put The Great Gatsby on screen. It's a great story, great memorable characters, and peaks to high drama. It's colorful, a story of bright pastels, has wonderful, direct conflict, and is deep in back story, so even though it's roughly only 200 pages of a novel, its width is years. F. Scott Fitzgerald condenses the story perfectly, a bright jewel.
So it's perfect for the movies? No matter how often they've tried - six,
My friend said something
it was words singing, something like
but that was a glance of cleavage past,
a smile and fiddle of sandal,
her golden skin
shined with sweat till
right in the dark valley
of her frilly green
and orange dress,
as if to let the air in
for a slow