Writing, to me, is like a conversation with my imagination. Sometimes there are real people in it, sometimes not so many. This blog doesn't have a "topic" per se. Rather, it had a personality. What is posted isn't planned (with the possible exception of my lists), but that, if you think about it, merely makes it more genuine, more real. So welcome, you brave seekers, to what it really looks like inside my head.
17 April 2014
World's Toughest Job - #worldstoughestjob
Yeah, I was fine until they started crying. No offense, because thinking of everything my mom (and dad) does for me makes me intensely grateful and (depending on how much sleep I got), moderately misty, the crying felt...kind of contrived.
But very well done.
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