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02/01 Direct Link
I missed writing here yesterday. I'm catching up. I was all done with January and now I'm ready for a whole new month. I can just ramble like I did for most of the last month. I don't even know why I write here anymore except that I started and I can't seem to stop myself. I'm weak like that. There I go again. I have little markings all over the Internet. It's like someone took their dog for a walk and he squirted a little pee everywhere he went. That's me on the Internet. Smell the new world odor.
02/02 Direct Link
Happy ground hog day. I loved that movie. I don't know why, but it's probably because Bill Murray is such a comic genius. I love all of his movies, but there's something about that one that is just sorta kinda special. Plus, I love the way it just goes on and on and on. I wonder how long it really was. I'm kinda silly like that. Suddenly, I want to eat a big old cheeseburger but it's almost 11 p.m. Isn't that funny? Wasn't that funny? WTF? I'm sorta kinda Montell Williams. But that's okay. It's the usual lately.
02/03 Direct Link
I'm thinking it's time to get off the pot. It's time to shit or get off the pot. I've been shitting for an awfully long time so I guess it's time to get off the pot. The pot don't stink unless someone stirs the pot. Are you the stick that stirs the pot? Time to get the porridge stirred, I say. I've been sitting around far too long. It's time to get off my fat arse and do something. Into what area do you want your development? I don't know. I go where you go. I'll help in any way.
02/04 Direct Link
Come on down. It's time for your 15 minutes. Can you handle 14? It's okay. I know that it will be fine. Wait one minute, I'll be right back. I'm so grateful to be here. It's not apparent. It's not that obvious. You can't do that. Yes, I can. Don't tell me what I can or can't do. Here I go again. There's going to be a difficult time if you don't tow the line. Tow the line? Love isn't always on time. Whoa. Tow the line. Love isn't always on time. Whoa. That's what I wrote. Someone else, too.
02/05 Direct Link
It's the merry month of February. I keep forgetting. I'm losing track of the days of the week. I think that's why people who are retired get into some sort of routine, just so they can keep track of the days of the week. When you have nothing planned and no obligations, anything is possible. I went to lunch with an old friend today just because I happened to call her around lunchtime. We had been talking about having lunch a couple of weeks ago but it didn't happen. We had lunch together today. We had a very delicious lunch.
02/06 Direct Link
Enter your text below. Remember: EXACTLY 100 words. No more, no less. Line breaks can be made with. Indicate italics by enclosing words with and. Bold is and. Please remember to close your tags. That is, you must use both and and and; if you don't, your batch will look like hell. If you use markup often, you might want to change your account preferences to use the rich text editor. Words: Preview. Date Selected. Needs an entry, entry on file, you can't write ahead. Words for February. Suddenly, I'm thinking of Words with Friends. This is another version. Yay.
02/07 Direct Link
Went away for the weekend. It was a perfect getaway. Too bad it was way way way too short. We ended up driving two days for one day of vacation. Oy, what a way to spend a weekend. It was totally worth it! Once again, I proved that I can be an incredible glutton. I almost killed myself with my mouth. That's what His Royal Smallness is always saying, "You're going to kill yourself with your mouth." I ate everything in sight! And I ate like there was no tomorrow. Why do I lose control? But I had a blast!
02/08 Direct Link
Needs an entry. This is an entry. I have about 20 minutes to write about a week's worth. I've been lax in keeping up with the 100 words du jour. It's not easy. It's hard. It's an exercise. I'm averse to exercise, even as I contemplate going for a brisk walk. That's the extent of my exercise lately. It's a good thing. I just wish that I would do it more often. It's going to be on my tombstone, "I wish I had gone for more walks." I'm okay. I just need to get outside and go for a walk.
02/09 Direct Link
We may never pass this way again. It's a one off. Every day is! I'm going to paste song lyrics as a way of being done with this day. Life, so they say is but a game and they'd let it slip away. Love, like the autumn sun should be dyin' but it's only just begun. Like the twilight in the road up ahead, they don't see just where we're goin'. All the secrets in the universe whisper in our ears as all the years come and go, take us up, always up. We may never pass this way again.
02/10 Direct Link
Dreams, so they say are for the fools and they let 'em drift away. Peace, like the silent dove should be flyin' but it's only just begun. Like Columbus in the olden days, we must gather all our courage. Sail our ships out on the open seas. Cast away our fears and all the years come and go, take us up, always up. We may never pass this way again. So I wanna laugh while the laughin' is easy. I wanna cry if it makes it worthwhile. I may never pass this way again. That's why I want it with.
02/11 Direct Link
Sheesh, when I don't write for awhile, I just lose the urge. It's already almost a week later and I'm just catching up. Catchup, soup, puree, don't get left behind. I want to work today. I want to have a day off that I get paid for not working. I want to work and I want dough ray me! The first three words just happen to be dough ray me. O h I have to go Import some pictures I took this morning. I want to see if they are worthy. It's a good day to take pictures. Lunch, anyone?
02/12 Direct Link
What was I doing last Thursday? It's only less than a week later and I have to stop to think that it was much like any other day. I'm now differentiating my days by who I have lunch with. It's like lunch is the major event of my day. I have to get off the computer and start doing some things around the house. Even though it's technically a working holiday, I should treat it like any other day. I really should be trying to get some sort of employment because just sitting around doing nothing is not doing good.
02/13 Direct Link
Friday the 13th and once again it means absolutely nothing to me except that I have to note its passing. Seasalt and Pepper is now called Seasoned Pepper. I still want to go. It's the cool place that everyone who is anyone is going to be seen. It's on the river. That's the place to be. It's finally time for me to open that place that I've been talking about for so long. It's really time because of the critical mass. There's enough reality. I don't mind sitting like a postcard because it means making some money on freaking postcards!
02/14 Direct Link
It's weird when Valentine's Day falls on a Saturday. I gave His Royal Highness a couple dozen of beautiful fragrant roses and he acted very nonchalant about the whole thing. I wonder if I should have had my feelings hurt. Plus he gave me jack shit. I didn't even get a fucking happy valentine's day wish. Fuck that shit. It's no wonder I go looking for love in all the wrong places. I need love just like any other human being. It's only so much that playing with myself is going to do. It's a good day to lighten up.
02/15 Direct Link
It's the first time I let the day pass without mentioning my dearly departed brother. Dearly departed, ha! That's a good one. I think back to the days when he would magically appear every single day around dinner time. It was amazing, he was just like a stray cat. We didn't mind feeding him because he was entertaining. But he used to sit and eat food with us and criticize it the entire time. Eventually, we threw him to the curb and he had to go back home and eat with Angie. Those were the days, my friend. They ended.
02/16 Direct Link
It's Presidents Day. I like this holiday. The feds observe, but the rest of the world is very nonchalant about the whole thing preferring to observe it with sales. I want to go shopping. That's how I'm going to celebrate presidents. I want to buy a squatty potty and I want to buy a new eternal watering bowl for the cats. There's something else on my list but I'm having a problem thinking about it. It will come to me. I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I'll just take a walk over to the garden. It's a beauty day!
02/17 Direct Link
Went to the doctor to let them draw my blood. I know that no matter how much longer I wait it will still be the same blood. I was supposed to have been walking for the past three months, but I'm a hopeless slug. I suppose it's still not too late. I keep saying I'm going to do it and I have done it for a few months at a time, but it's hard to keep it up. Since it's so close to the beginning of the year, I should start back up and make a habit of it. Yeah.
02/18 Direct Link
The second month of the year is halfway finished. Where does the time go? It slips through the fingers like sand in an hourglass. It's time to get real. I'm through with writing about it and not doing anything. I've got to get busy. I know that there's more to life than Costco and ladies' lunch. I love to go to Costco. Well, I love to hate it, actually. I get gas for the car. It was almost down to under $2 but it started going back up again. C'est la vie! Say la vee! That's it. Over and out.
02/19 Direct Link
Thursday is just another day for me. It's a good day to get busy, because it's so freaking cold. I like the cold weather but this is just plain ridiculous. It's almost freezing! That's too cold. It's something like 42˚. That's just silly for these parts. I remember back in high school girls weren't allowed to wear pants unless the temperature was below 55˚ in the morning. That didn't happen too often. But it's hard to believe that I'm from that era. Things sure have changed. It's tough being on the right side of history. Over and out, I'm gone.
02/20 Direct Link
Good Shabbos, little fella. I met a friend for coffee this morning. And today was the coldest day on record. It was cold but drinking that hot steamy coffee made it all okay. Then the firemen came and we had to move because they were doing something with the hydrant. We walked along the road and stopped at the art studios. We walked back to my car and I came home and napped most of the afternoon. It was a good day to nap. I slept and snuggled with my own self. I comfort me. I'm a good person, yeah.
02/21 Direct Link
Another Saturday comes, goes. It's not the same since I don't have my routine, but I'm in the process of figuring out a new routine. The best part is that it's not routine. Like today, since His Royal Smallness' sister is gone, he may do something with me. I hope so. His girlfriend is leaving. We'll see how that plays out. Meanwhile, the beat goes on and the pace quickens. I need to make a mosaic. Where did that come from? I've loved mosaics since I was a little girl, so why not create one now? I can do it.
02/22 Direct Link
Sunday, bloody Sunday. It's just another day, after all. What's the big deal. Is it the Sabbath? Black Sabbath, I'd say. What the what? I'm in a mood. That's all. This soon will pass. I hope. Meanwhile, back in the year one, when I belonged to no one. There's a kitty meowing next to me and everybody loves Raymond is blasting from the tee vee. I don't know what the hell is going on except that it's Monday and I can't believe that February will be done in about a week. What's that all about? It will be month three!
02/23 Direct Link
The week, it continues. Today was a beautiful day. It's a great day. This is a good day to be alive. We ate meatballs. I made them with orange rind and cinnamon. What was I thinking? I wanted lamb meatballs so I used the spices that I would have used on that ground meat. I have about the same amount of ground beef to use again tomorrow. It's ground up cow flesh. Yum. I dream of it. That's a good thing. There's a reason why PETA thinks it's a bad idea to eat other animals. But they're delicious, you know.
02/24 Direct Link
Bye bye February, it's another month gone. The time, it flies. You know that expression, time flies whether you're having fun or not. I'm watching Cutthroat Kitchen. It's one of the most ridiculous game shows on the Food Network. I watch it even though I don't like it. It's because on Sunday night there's not much else to watch. Now there's a cereal commercial on that's almost as stupid as the show. I should just turn off the TV and go to sleep. Tomorrow is another day. I have until March 17 to finish the month of February. Oh my.
02/25 Direct Link
Humpty again. It's the last Wednesday of the month and the month will be done in about four days. Soon it will be the Ides of March, which always reminds me of Charles. I can't believe he's been gone so long. So many friends, gone too soon. It made us numb. Whoops, there goes another one. Say la vee. And then I heard myself say, "La vee." There goes another one. Whoopsie. This was your idea. I hope you're happy. I knew that's the way it would end. Please take advantage and then go there. I'm done here. That's it.
02/26 Direct Link
February 26 means not much. It's just the end of the month. Just another day. It's just going to be that soon it will be the merry merry month of March. And then what? Soon after, comes April, then May and before you know it, half the year is gone. I wonder about the year 2015. It's definitely a time to change, but what for and why? I feel it in the air. There's something coming down the road and it's coming right at me. I can feel it. There they go again. I'm feeling a little sweet and salty.
02/27 Direct Link
Do you think that making the month of February is a way to confuse everyone? And the time changes next weekend. It's all too beautiful. I don't know what to write. I just know that I have to write. I have to do it. There's not a lot to say. Stop it. Go again. It's okay. You can do it. I'm just stream of consciousness over here. I don't know about you. But I'm going to be okay. There's a little app that I know is good for you. You can create anything you want. You know you want it.
02/28 Direct Link
Yay, I'm done with this month. That's a wrap. February's gone. Two months of 2015 digested. Yum-oh! I'm feeling like I ate too much. There's still 10 more months to go. I can do this. Eat to the beat. The tide is high. I won't be here when this place is underwater, but it's happening faster than "they" thought it would. Let's pray for no hurricanes this year, or at least that they go elsewhere. Weather be good. I don't know whether that's possible, but I'm hoping anyway. There's a time and place for everything. Pray it. Make it.