Things are out to get me. I just know they are. Especially when I’m having PMS… but then just most of the time.
Like I try to put a book on top of some things, and it tips and falls off. I know the Universe, or the book itself, hates me, and wants to make things difficult for me. I do try to balance the book properly. But every time, there is some physical force out there that always lurks behind my shoulder, watching me, waiting to sabotage what I’m doing. I swear it’s true.
I then get mad at the thing. Whatever it is. Sometimes I want to yell and scream at the thing, or throw it across the room. Sometimes I’ll just laugh and try again. Sometimes I do the exact same thing twice, and get different results.
On this day..
- Anxiety and the Chiropractor - 2008
- WW - Working from Home - 2008
- Wordpress Post Titles - 2007
- Weekend is Over - 2007
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Cynthia Blue










