Weird Food

I eat things weird. Notice the order. It says, “eat things weird,” not, “eat weird things”. I eat pizza, ice cream and waffles, nothing odd there. It is, rather, how I eat them. We’ve already covered that I don’t eat cake. No, I eat pizza backwards, from the crust to the tip, and turn my…

Blogging Goal Fail!

Blogging Goal for the Year: Write a Post Every Weekday of the Year. Plan B Blogging Goal for the Year: Write a Post Every Week of the Year Plan C Blogging Goal for the Year: Write a Post Every Month of the Year Plan D Blogging Goal for the Year: Write a Post Every Time I…

I’ll Take my Waffles with Spaghetti on Top, Please.

Ew. I know, it sounds disgusting, terrible, gross, extremely objectionable, offensive, or disgusting. Ah, but that is my brain. Huh, my brain. Not actually my brain, but kind of the way it works. If you didn’t know, women’s brains are supposedly made of spaghetti because of their thoughts going every which-a-way. Men’s brains are supposedly…

Thanks, Sickness, and Words

I woke up feeling sick, and worn out. Then, my cat made it worse by making me feel crazy. Sir Pounce a Lot decided to meow me awake, then hide so that I couldn’t find the source. Through the sick blur I honestly thought I was dreaming, because when did we get a cat. It…

The Love Box

There was once a boy with a little brown box beside his bed. Everyone was told to blow a kiss before they opened it. They had no idea why but they did. His mother asked him why. His response was always, you’ll find out one day. Later in life, the now young man’s mother got…