dead bird on aisle two

I know it’s a give and receive kind of world. I know that you’re supposed to give more and be glad for the ability to give. Sometimes I wish I could just recieve instead.

Why is it that it’s the prettiest outside when I have to work?

I’ve always wanted to organize stuff. I enjoy getting things in order. I’ve decided, however, that my life has a shield strength of 5 d20 and I never roll a crit.

Somedays I wish I could play outside more. Those days always end up being way to hot out to play.

I don’t think I was made to have children. I think my body has boycotted all possiblities. Not that I want children right now, g-d no, but I think this will be the case.

Some days I wish my hair was short.

I wish I could make people leave me alone about some things and bug me more about others.

I wish I could become what I want to become without the fear of creating doom from it.

My shelves in my room are being redone. I need new bookends, anybody have some?

Here is a list of things of people’s that I realized I have:

Connie’s hoop and bum roll

Joel’s Dune tape

Two of Stacey’s towels

Somebody’s goblet

A few random other trinkets.

I need to find a way to return these items.

Work is having pull 38 hour weeks. I am part time and with full time school coming….yuck

Somedays I wish I could dye my hair again.

I’ve wondered if I could live with a tatoo. I think not.

My paycheck was returned to me and I found out that the company is kind of no longer existing. That is 129 that I do not have.

I love the color of my walls.

I am grateful for the people whom I can call friends.

My parents are some of the coolest people I know.

If you think there is any reason as to why I should have your address, or if you like recieving snail mail contact me.

These have been a few thoughts for the day. Tootles