I don’t really know why they’re wandering. Maybe they’re more like scattered.
I’m really excited for baseball. Like hopping around my apartment excited. I’m even excited for the Phillies’ rotation. Really.
Ever since that day, I’ve led a completed charmed life. I’m not even afraid to jinx it because the opportunity just keeps coming.
I had to sit through a presentation on 4 Loko today. When I told my mom what’s in it, she said, and I quote “That sounds exactly like you.” (I was going to post it as a whole conversation, but my brain is really tired right now. I’ve churned out way too many words today.)
Funny how my solution to my tired brain is to write more.
I learned yesterday that you can register the outline of a literary work. So, the story of professional baseball’s first female manager officially belongs to me for the next five years.
My extended outline is redone. Yay! And turned in just an hour before deadline time.
Two words: bottle. rockets.
I miss calling you a creep every week.
My mom knows what Wiz Khalifa sings. Just saying.
I learned how to Dougie with a 1-year-old.
Someone said that to take joy in your work is the greatest thing you can accomplish. And I do. And I’m grateful.
And lastly, I’m so proud to be loved by you.