So, the day before yesterday, I decided that I would got to New York City on Friday (which was yesterday). It should be obvious that I do like NYC. Quite frankly, I needed a huge break from being inside the house. I think I could actually use two more days, but oh well. There’s nothing
To other peoples’ minds, I’m just putting in a lot of time to a hobby, not doing actually work. That the work I’m doing can’t be considered “real work”. Hearing both those things make my stomach churn and sets of angry switches in my mind. I define a hobby as something one does for “fun”
Really, I should. But I don’t. I think it’s because I don’t know if anyone is reading them. Actually, no one is probably reading these entries. At least not right after I post them. I am, after all, not posting links to these anywhere but Twitter. I’m pretty sure most of my followers don’t even
It’s 1:51 AM and I should actually really be in bed right now, but obviously I am not. Instead, I’m uploading my website, typing this blog entry, and listening to Kimberly Cole’s Bad Girls Club album over and over. I quite enjoy this album, though I’ll admit I want to listen to something else. But