So I just discovered spam thanks to http://edwardhotspur.wordpress.com 540 spam comments. I have decided spam is good for my ego. All of the spammers talk about how amazing my blog is and how useful it is to their everyday lives. I mean most of the spammers are foreign and probably can’t read my blog but…
There is something about pictures that can build you up or tear you down. I came across a photo of me at a club dancing that was so horrific I would have jumped off the nearest cliff if there had been one. I know…it’s just a picture but really…it wasn’t. I tried to tag it…
I am pretty stubborn and I am really good at making everything about me. I have been told I borrow emotion from people, but really I think it means I am a thief. “Oh…no…here comes that girl Hastywords…watch out she will steal your emotions!” Now that I know I have this super power I am…
I am not a girl anymore. I know I am long past that part of my life. It is good though, to go back and visit her. My best friend helps me to stay in contact with her. I think part of why I enjoy his company is his youth…I lost mine…so I borrow his. …
What came first the chicken or the hate? I would venture hate and the poor chicken just got stuck on the wrong side of the road. Seriously, what did the chicken ever do? I mean some business owner has an opinion, donates profits to organizations of his choosing and the world goes bat shit crazy! …
I love to play Texas Hold’em! For awhile it was what I did after the family went to bed. I am a night person so I am always last to bed and usually I read but for awhile it was Poker. It wasn’t winning that I loved it was the characters that played. You see…
I am really posting this because I am curious. I have been writing a story I have in my head. I am not a writer and I don’t really know the first thing about doing it correctly. I would love to know what you think about this small piece. It happens to be the last…
I have a friend who likes to tell me, “It isn’t always about you!” Often times I feel like that phrase needs to be reflected back at him but sometimes he is right. I am making this post ALL ABOUT ME! I think being clumsy is charming. – Probably because I am the clumsiest person…
I feel like my life has become a series of pictures. Instead of memories I have albums. My personality no longer matters… I am now judged on lighting, angle, contrast. If my pictures are interesting I must be interesting. Most of my blog pictures come from Instagram. You can tell so much about a person…
I woke up singing. That is not a good thing for anyone but me. “There was love all around but I never heard it singing no, I never heard it at all ’till there was you!” What in the *&%$ has gotten into me? Don’t get me wrong I like it but it isn’t the…
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