Hi, Journal!
That And/Or show!
I don't want to say too much or I'll spoil whatever Sash and I post about it later on our Experiences blog, but wow, SO DARK.
They better come out with something a lot happier-ish next. I want my Star Warses to be fun!
Hi, Journal!
That And/Or show!
I don't want to say too much or I'll spoil whatever Sash and I post about it later on our Experiences blog, but wow, SO DARK.
They better come out with something a lot happier-ish next. I want my Star Warses to be fun!
Hi, Journal!
I guess they can make potato chips taste like just about anything?
And that means somebody has a whole job that's just figuring out new things to make potato chips taste like?
I don't know if that sounds like the world's funnest job or the absolute worst one.
I guess it depends on if you like potato chips!
Hi, Journal!
Whoosha-magoosha. That's a sort-of tired, sort-of excited kinda sound, because I'm getting sooo close to 300 journal entries, and I know I can do it by the end of the year, but jeepers it's a lot of pressure and work!
Maybe I need to make some whiskey ginger snaps and chill.
Hi, Journal!
I've gotta figure something out.
You know who is doing you know what the way you know he always does, but it's a squidgen more serious I feel like, and I also feel like I should be able to help. You know?
And I know I can, so it's just a matter of figuring out how. Right?
Maybe all I need to do is shake a finger at him and say, "Get to bed earlier!" and if he did, he'd get more rest and have more energy to keep himself doing the stuff he needs to do to stay the healthy, happy person I know he can be. Which, definitely for sure I'll try that.
But I'd really like to do more, and it's a puzzler.
I mean, duh, the obvious thing is to be all seductive like and get him to boff me tomorrow, with some extra special cluddliness (I don't know how you spell that) before and after and some giggling in the middle so he knows how happy he makes me. Seems kinda like cheating and only a temporary solution, though.
Whoosh.
Relationships! So much work, amiright?
Except you and me, Journal. We're easy-peasy!
See ya!
Hi, Journal!
Oboy. Apparently all that math I did last time just plain wore me out for blogging.
Still plenty of time to get to 300 by December 31, though!
Hi, Journal!
Peanut butter is a weird food. I just completely do not know how foods like that get invented.
Hi, Journal!
Dang it, I remembered I'm supposed to do math this time. Poopers.
So I guess there are 31 days in December and 30 in November and today's the 12th and there are 31 in October, so (uh-oh, hard part ... subtraction!) errr, 19 days left this month? Hey, I did it! And 19 + 31 is 50 and 50 + 30 is 80, so 80 days left this year!
Isn't there a book where they go around the world that fast? Seems like if they could go around the world, I could write another 14 journal entries.
Now the extra-hard part, division. How many times does 14 go into 80? It's not 10, that would be 140, way too many. But half 140 is 70, so I guess half of going into 80 10 times would be 5 times. Which means I've got 5 days and a little bit to write each entry?
Whoa, easy peasy!
Now I feel all confident from knowing how easy it's going to be ... and from doing math!
Success!
Hi, Journal!
Holy mole-hole-aroni, I just realized we're practically up to 300 entries, Journal! If I want to get there by the end of the year, I bet I could do it. All it would take would be ... uh ... first, I guess, doing some math to figure out how many days are left in the year and how often I'll have to write an entry to get there in time.
Yech. Math! I mean, I know I could do it, but how is that fun?
I mean, I guess journaling doesn't always have to 100% be fun, but it doesn't have to be math either!
Hmm ... but on the other hand, if I do that math in a different entry, I'll already be two entries closer to hitting 300, so ...
Score! It's a plan, Journal.
See you there!
Hi, Journal!
YAWN!!!
I'm sorry, but the boyfriend took so long writing and then Claire took a while coming up with a great poem and now I am just beat!
Time for some nighty-nighting!