by Bunny Sox
Rated: ASR · Book · Biographical · #2260833
Blog attempt 1.
The first few entries come from a private journal I have kept for a few years now.|
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|Good morning everyone. I am considering getting some writing done today. Yep, imagine that. I a writer may actually get some writing done today. Well there's a little bit of writing done. Now what?
I'm almost done with the laundry. Maybe I should get some of that done...
|Let me start with the most important thing I have to say right now...I don't know what to write. Followed by, I don't feel like writing.
But I want to keep my streak up. So I am writing this.
My head hurts. I am tired. I don't feel like doing anything. I think I am falling back into depression. Mother's day is coming up. My mom passed away 11 years ago. I miss her so much. She was such a good mom. I loved her so much. It tore me up when she got sick. I felt so useless. I couldn't make her better. She just wanted to come home, and meet her grandchildren. My sister wouldn't come and bring her kids to the hospital. I couldn't give her those last wishes. That made me feel like garbage. I am about to cry right now.
I am hoping to win the lottery tonight. Then I would so go nuts giving out gift points to everybody here. I would buy some land and build a big house, maybe several ones for everyone in my family. I would have an orchard of several types of fruits. I would build an indoor pool and have a private movie theater, a private bowling alley, and a library with those cool ladders...
Of course, I know I won't win the lottery. The chances are minuscule. I am more likely to get hit with lightning in my living room. Sigh.
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|Feeling better today. I am not feeling as bad as last night. Still not feeling like writing much.
|Merit badge challenge
Would you rather:
a) Go back to being 10 years old but all the knowledge you have now, or
b) Skip forward 10 years but have $50 million in the bank?
Totally I would go for b. Even having all the knowledge I have now I wouldn't know how to turn that into money. I mean I suppose I could figure out how to mine for bitcoin and get in on it at the beginning. I really didn't have any money to invest in things like google or facebook. So if money were my goal I would have to go with b.
On the other hand it would be a chance to go through my life over again and make different choices. I could apply myself in school and go to a good college and have a career? I don't think so, I would most likely still suffer from bipolar and that has been one of my major obstacles in life. I would also have to see all the crap that happened to me happening all over again because I can't see how any of it could be avoided.
Yeah, give me the money!!!
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|The headache from yesterday decided to have a sleepover party in my head. It woke me up this morning. At least nobody was throwing up today. I still didn't really get to rest. Though I did get a nap in this afternoon. Due to my napping position, I now have a crick in my neck and an aching back. I am such a whiner. Hopefully tomorrow I will be able to write a decent entry...
|I am tired again today. I need to get to bed sooner tonight. That is why I am blogging a bit earlier tonight. I don't think I have anything important to say tonight. I don't have anything unimportant to say either. I don't have anything much to say at all.
|Hi. That is pretty close to all I can think of saying today. I am tired. It is bedtime and my brain is fried from a long day of training samurai chihuahua bodyguards. I foresee great demand. Ask anybody sane, Chihuahuas are the most vicious dog breed aside from dachshunds, I have attempted cross-breeding the two now all I need to do is teach them to use stilts, then they would be unstoppable. My next custom merit badge will be of my Chiweenie General, Precious Angel Rose Pete Good Girl Princess of the Uni-verse, look out (she'll shank a bitch.) I just need to take the right picture of her.
|I feel like the crap you scrape off your shoe when you leave the dog park. I ate potatoes for easter. Big mistake. I am seriously potato intolerant. I will now spend the next eighteen hours burping nasty burps and smelling the whole family out of the house with my farts. All interspersed with me violently vomiting. In fact, it won't be a full eighteen hours if I manage to vomit all of the potatoes before they leave my stomach.
Why, you might ask did I eat potatoes, knowing what they do to me?
Simple, Ham. I cooked a ham. You have to have potatoes with ham. It's like a law right? I made some fantabulous cheddar sour cream mashed potatoes. Using the sour cream instead of the milk. They had luxurious amounts of butter. The thing is my wife is lactose intolerant. So they made her sick too...
Why, you might ask did she eat the potatoes mixed with half a dairy, knowing what dairy does to her?
Simple, HAM. I cooked ham. You have to have cheese with ham... It's like a law right?
I love my wife we understand one another's self-destructive impulses and accept them. Next year I think we will have lasagna with meat sauce and no cheese. Because, no potatoes, no cheese.