I'm not like this all the time.

My blog has been slightly depressing lately, or I've been slightly depressed. One of the two. In an attempt to lift everyone's spirits, today's post will be a collection of limericks, haiku's, and short stories.

Totally joking.

I'm just going to write down a few random thoughts from my head. And I'm not taking responsbility for any of it.

  • I had toast for breakfast this morning. Well, a piece of toast, really. I meant to cut two, but the first one was so thick, think Great Wall thick, that I just went with one.
  • I've gotten sucked into The Bachelor for no reason other than the fact that I have way too much time on my hands. I fully agree with his decision last night to give out one less rose than planned. Some of those women were CRAZY.
  • I have been house/dogsitting (yes, again) since Saturday and have yet to go grocery shopping. Instead, I raid my parents' larder. On a side note, if anyone is looking for a house/dog sitter, I am available except for a few select days. Hit me up.
  • Instead of more quality writing, I've decided to mix up the word choice on my blog. Hence the use of the word larder...and hence. I think using the phrase 'hit me up' was a first as well.
  • I passed the lesson - finally - for transcribing. (Confused, see my previous post.) It took me about 3Xs as long as it was supposed to.
  • I woke up at 8 a.m., and was not happy about it. If I sleep in I have fewer hours in the day to fill. Please sleep is about the most wonderful thing ever, next to food. Or The Bachelor. (totally joking)
  • I also did not fall asleep very easily, which led to lots of unnecessary thinking. Do you know what I mean? Somehow late at night it's incredibly easy to convince yourself of things that aren't at all realistic. But that does remind, I need to set up a couple health related appointments.

So, see ya! (You know you wanted this to end anyways.)


  1. I'm going to write you a prescription, for fifth of bourbon and/or six pack of beer.

  2. Loving the use of the word larder, E. So pioneer-esque. Dude, Laura Ingalls - that's you.