I wondered why it was so difficult for people to uddate their journals, but it turns out that after the first rush of noobism, there isn't really that much to say all that often, especially when the life is one of those day in day out grind things.
I was hoping to have a little fun this weekend, with my little friend playing girl guide leader. Unfortunately, I get stuck working both days of the weekend. Still hoping to make it to the 'burbs tonight. Without the usual impediments, I'll probably end up at my usual spot at the back of the stage.
With any luck, I'll remember to toss my membership renewal money into the mailbox, so I can hang around another year.
I was hoping to have a little fun this weekend, with my little friend playing girl guide leader. Unfortunately, I get stuck working both days of the weekend. Still hoping to make it to the 'burbs tonight. Without the usual impediments, I'll probably end up at my usual spot at the back of the stage.
With any luck, I'll remember to toss my membership renewal money into the mailbox, so I can hang around another year.
I totally agree with the "not much to say all that often" sentiment. My life is remarkably unexciting. Hence the journal entries from four years ago.
Why would I be wearing a cowboy hat? I bury my head and try to pretend stampede isn't happening.