Good Day|||Bad Day

You can't have the sweet without the bitter, right?

So, I hit a dog today. Saddest thing of my life. Seriously. If you guys have ever hit an animal = not fun. I felt horrible.

On the other hand, I got really close to my one true guy friend today. Literally. He smells good.

Okay.

Just kidding.

I meant that figuratively.

This links into my experiment about mindset! Today, I says to myself, after much deliberation, "I am myself." And guess what! I totally was! Incredible what the human mind can do.

Which led to a revelation: I realized why I've been acting so upset. I wasn't being myself! If I'm someone else, my real self has got to get jealous, right? So, plain as that.

Which, in conclusion, led to my deary and I sitting on his porch, contemplating our relatively short lives in rocking chairs, our elbows swelling up at the first sign of rain, and other grandpa-esque things.

And it was good

CRAZY, I KNOW! THAT'S WHY I USED UPPERCASE LETTERS!

Wow.

I just realized that I really really really need to purge. Metaphorically speaking. I think my fingers have been mad at me for abusing their powers to write creative and eversohumble (look it up in a dictionary) words. HEAVENS! Is this what has been missing? Urg. Heaven knows I need somewhere to vent my creativity. It's being smothered!

In other news: I have to tell you something that might change your life: your thoughts can change who you are! Surprise! I'm still experimenting with this hypothesis, but I'll tell you how this goes, considering I'm dying to know, and have been since age...12. So. A while. Long experiment...big payoff?!

Seventhly, Facebook is inadequate for expressing myself. Which I why I was directed to Bloggerrr. Or maybe this will be another place to forget my password and email address to. Diligence! Go! Fight! Win!

Twelvethly, I can't get my font off of bold. And it's too late for my to want to. Just imagine that I'm really passionate about what I'm about to say: I have a headache. And at this moment in time, I want for nothing. Let's see if I still feel that way tomorrow morning...when it's raining...and I'm supposed to be at tennis practice...and guilt mixed with tiredness and more guilt sink in...mmm hmm. Should be good.

Man I needed somewhere to purge/grow my creativity. It was withering! I forgot it existed!

Also, "Cold December" by Matt Costa. You're welcome.

You know, I think I'm liking the bold look!