UPDATE: (in explanation of * and **)
* While going through my cubhood diary last month, I rediscovered my high school freshman year ID. YIKES. The part, ducklings, the part. We will not even discuss the shirt I had on.
** Lady Friend calls me The Magic 8-Ball of Doom for a nickname.
PART THREE TUESDAY DUE TO NANOWRIMO INSANITY!!!
I'll always wonder what random event happened when I was seven or eight that triggered the fear of 22. For a long time I worried about turning 22 years old and what that might mean, and then I finally did, and of course nothing happened. It was actually a pretty nice year.
I thought the demons lived under my bed, so I was very careful not to step too close to it. Then one of my brothers and I got bunk beds and I had the top one, which suited me fine since the demons would eat him instead.
I developed a huge fear of turning 34 as an adult because of a thing that happened when I was a child.
I managed to somehow keep myself on eggshells most of the entire year... anxiety, sick to my stomach, horrid mental health year.
I actually had it down to the day/week during the year that I became older... I didn't really function at all that week.
And then my birthday came, and I lived... and I slowly got over being older than my mother ever got to be.
Or at least I stopped fearing it.
“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”
And that's why I'm here eating HFLC Primal/Paleo.
I still miss my Primal Coach Kitty. She was just the most wonderfully weird cat, and now Benign Poltergeist doesn't know what to do with itself except hide my cell phone and the melon baller. (And has anyone seen my old Rune notes? Um, I need those.)
Losing weight has got to be one of the most frustrating and obnoxious things known to humanity. I searched for that secret carb number, too...
Well, I was about to write something more there, but my Harry Potter chickens are suddenly at war outside and Gay Panda must investigate.
you know how i'm all 'let people do what they want and don't infringe on rights and don't be sucky'?
i really do wish someone would come in and get those kids out so she can keep riding her train wreck and they can have normalcy and not poop outside pantsless in 60 degree weather
yeah you are
I used to think I was funny until I met Kathy Griffin. I’m gonna have to call my mama and have her tell me how good I am. - ginger minj