i've been collecting things to write about, but i haven't actually made a note of them anywhere physical or digital. this is dangerous because then these random "blog thoughts" pop into my head during the day or night and i fear that these wonderful, witty, insightful gems will disappear into the ether like most of my unspoken deep thoughts. *cough*
let's see... did you know that $100 only buys three bras? you shouldn't bake cookies while on the phone: some will be over-done, others will be under-done. don't let boy trouble inspire you to eat pizza & drink lots of vodka or your new jeans won't fit anymore. jeremy is evil and has planted seeds of ibooks in my head. i am so so so excited to go to victoria i have no words. the right side of my bed has started squeaking; instead of fixing it, i'm sleeping on the left side. a little bit of cheese makes a sandwich good.
You need a personal assistant, someone to stand at the ready, pen in hand, for inspiration to hit you, dutifully writing down all your brilliant ideas.
I do too, because I'm sure I solved the world's energy problems this morning, but then I had to concrentrate on getting some toothpaste out of the tube... I'm sure it will come back to me.
So.. yeah, I need a cute young girl to be my personal assistant, following me around all day waiting for my genius to spill forth.
And you know, inspiration can strike even while I'm sleeping...
Make a note.
...and you always forget you're making tea until an hour later...
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White Crash?
I have realized I'm at a new stage of aging... I no longer can make a mental note and count on remembering it. Not just not necessarily remembering what the mental note was, that's probably been going on about 5 years, but I could usually work backwards to it. No. NOW I forget entirely that there WAS a mental note!
I just haven't quite accepted this yet, so I still get in trouble forgetting to do things. *sigh*
The bra thing pisses me off, too. $100. should, theoretically, buy you many more undergarments than what it does.