it's a convoluted mess
Every time I write about writing, I spend a ridiculous amount of time reading and rereading the post looking for reasons not to post it. I start and stop and tab out to another website, or another program entirely, and wait another day or two before reading the post again. It’s a very choppy, ADHD-esque process. I do a lot of the same starting and stopping and tabbing out to other screens when I’m writing… Keep reading…Let it all come out…
I’ve been trying to compose a recap of Saturday’s festivities, but it’s just not coming together the way I want it to. I’ll have to spend some time figuring that one out, I guess. I think it took me almost a full week to put together a summary of our wedding ceremony weekend, I suppose I shouldn’t be too concerned that words fail me on the reception as well at this point. If we get… Keep reading…There’s another round for you…
I’m short. I always have been. I’m 4′ 11.5″ tall and I’ve grown a grand total of an inch and a half since I was twelve years old. Now I’m thirty years old. (Holy crap, I’m THIRTY.) I never even hit the five foot mark. But hey, I’m tall for my height. I started to pack on weight around age ten. And kept gaining. By junior high I was wearing a size 14. By high… Keep reading…Weighty…
Copying and pasting from other blog/website pipe dreams totally counts as progress so shut up. If it somehow resembles a coherent dialogue, I’M KEEPING IT. Even if it’s old, out-dated, has no relevance to anything around it, whatever. That’s why this is my pipe dream. Have I mentioned recently that Vyvanse makes me all flail-y and high? I have—just likely not in this space. Yet. Vyvanse is an amphetamine and it’s kind of worthless for… Keep reading…Hey look, a current blog post!
I’ve been to a good number of weddings by this point in my life. Most of them Christian based, a handful civil, all of them lovely, despite my aversion to this thing called “religion.” Because even though I don’t share in the same belief structure, I can appreciate and respect what people choose for their own individual marriage ceremonies. Even if Kermit the Priest did tell Peggy and Greg they were marrying into a forever… Keep reading…I now pronounce you: doomed to fail…
I’m never going to be satisfied with any premade template. I’m just not. (Hence the change in theme since last post.) Yeah, some of them look cool and all, and I take inspiration from them here and there when developing my own web layouts, but if it’s not something I built from the ground up with my own little coding fingers…it’s just not my website. And that is why WordPress themes are going to be… Keep reading…And again…