i just thought of the weekend is the best time for stores to put out their less fresh stuff items because most people do their shopping on the weekend or government food stamp days. That’s like Xmas once a month you wait all month for that date to get what you want. But stores can push their worst cuts of meat or expiring because it doesn’t stay on the shelves on a weekend
Month: February 2015
I feel like a peeping Tom !!
as I am redoing my basement I am finding boxes of items grouped together as some sort of craft project and they belong to different mes so I don’t recall ever seeing much less buying owning these items so carefully selected for each and every project!!
baseball
Trading cards is a bad hobby for me to take on just because I picked up some valuable one at the goodwill I have to sort them by brand, type, style,order by numbers and colors and teams and by sport and value each top loading page is carefully counted out like a puzzle with the amount of team’s cards counted so I get all the slots filled without mixing up any order. Tell me that’s not fucked up.and what’s worse is im learning the most useless in my opinion facts sports facts names teams accomplishments value of the persons who’s worth more as a card a fucking damned sports primarily baseball my least liked sport ever I can’t think of one I hate more!!ugh the stress!!
Valentine’s Day 2015
This year I think back over the valentines I’ve had…and live with no regrets. I felt I had improved in keeping relationships only to be faced with the reality of how harsh I come across how difficult I can be. I need to refrain from being so open and blunt and practice my Scarlett Ohara. I forget sometimes people need to hear things a bit less truthful or harsh….to present things more reserved and not think out loud. I resolve this day that I will be a more pleasant person to others…..
The accident
Nightmares, they lurk in dark corners. Memories, the night of the big crash. The thoughts never leave me, they chase me, haunt me. I can’t escape them. They scare me, the sirens, the screeches, the cries, the scrunch of the metal, the crack of the pole. The flashes of the light, the black darkness. They scare me, I remember too well. I feel as though they watch me, they see what I do. I feel their touch, hear their breath, see them lurking in the darkness
No Red Lipstick 