Welp. It’s Sunday. You know what that means. Monday can’t be far behind. Or, ummm… ahead? Either way, Monday is upon us. May the coming week have mercy on us all.
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Be Afraid… Be Very Afraid
I’ve been studying some self-enlightenment material lately – more on that later. But one thing I’ve noticed in all these books and articles is that many self-help gurus preach that “you attract what you fear.” Okay. Fair enough.
For the record, I’m afraid of Tom Hardy. Scared to death, I’m telling you. And money! Great big gobs of money. I’m simply terrified of money… terrified, I say! I shudder to think what would happen if I were suddenly flooded with overwhelming financial stability.
There. Now, we wait.
Jump Scare
What do you mean, I don’t belong up here? Hey, what are you doing on the floor?
the ne’er-do-well doing ne’er-do-well things… in the top of my closet
Marching Orders
Go and see Godzilla. That is all.
No, seriously. That’s all. Now go. Git. Go buy a ticket. And be sure to report back.
Something Smells…
So. Just in case you were wondering how MY week was going, I’ll be heading home after work for a hot bath and a mug of Bailey’s while enveloped in the therapeutic scent of my new favorite candle.
Workin’ for a Livin’
It’s Sunday night. You know what that means.
Bragging Rights
Not to show off or anything, but I got the high score on my scale again today. Oh yeah, you guys wish you were this good. Don’t be jealous. With a regular regimen of Starbucks and Cinnabon pastries, you too can be this … ummm… talented. You can do it. I’m rooting for you!
