Friday, September 7, 2012

Stupid Things That Make Me Feel Bad

I have a bookmark right at the top of Safari for FunkPonies. It's very accessible, right next to my calendar, but I never want to click it because I know I haven't written a post in a long time. Likewise my journal, which sits in my bedside table, HAUNTING ME. It has been over two years since I cracked that thing open. What's worse than not writing is a reminder that I'm not writing. Like a dried up houseplant that just sits there, drooping, waiting, silently reminding me that I'm a lousy caretaker. (am I the only one who can't bear to water my houseplants?!) I hate that plant.

So instead of sitting here glaring at the link on my computer, I'm blogging. And I plan to do it again and again because I think it's good for me. Plus, if I do it, then maybe Linz will write, and then maybe she'll even post some ridiculously cute baby pictures once her little cub comes around. Maybe!

In the meantime, this made me want to craft a really bad sentence.

When I "see" people making dumb grammar mistakes, it makes me think there heads not on write.

You're turn! 
(I added another one just for fun)

1 comment:

  1. I, too, am HAUNTED by houseplants that almost die, but then I feel too guilty about "there" demise and water them to pull them back from plant heaven. What a horrible existence they lead. I'm also haunted by the 12 journals that I own, all of which contain words on the first 5 or 6 pages, then the remaining pages are completely blank. I seem to think that a new journal will make me write again, but the production is only temporary.
    Today I made a blood pact with a friend to write at 7:15 tomorrow morning. We'll see whether the rivers run red.