too scared to try chanticoby
I need to sort my photos. there’s just so many. do i put them all on the computer? should i use my Ikea and Pier1 gift cards to buy tons and tons of picture frames to house them all, cluttering up my walls and shelves?
I’m sitting here trying to think about what to write in a blog. Typing things out and then erasing them – thinking I’ll just let thoughts flow, that would be best, but it really isn’t. I’m not trying to sound insightful, inspirational, artsy, or poetic. I’m simply typing for myself right now. I’m not chatting to friends online, I’m not doing work, I’m just…typing. Don’t ask me why I’m vuluntarily typing – nothing really – at almost midnight on a Sunday. It could be the bad wine that I just drank, or it could be the 5 cups of coffee I had this afternoon. It could be because I’m trying to get my brain to spit out anything that sounds like anything.
I think I’ve been watching too much tv lately… I’m starting to feel bad about my appearance, thinking i should clean my house/purge more often, I should be wearing pointy shoes because people might be laughing at me behind my back…(though I do own many pairs but still…I’m now scared to be caught dead in a platform square-toe chunk heel thanks to TLC)
So I run. I run with Jenny as couple times a week. German is fun, I’m learning German. There must be more to do than wake up, go to work, come home all tired then expire on the couch watching CSI and then perhaps chatting to previously mentioned friends online. When I find out what it is, I’ll be sure to let you know.