Yesterday, my alarm went off at 4:30AM. I smashed the snooze button until 4:50, but it was technically my day off, so I wasn’t under much pressure to be on time to work. I brewed my coffee into a “Do or do not, there is no try” travel mug emblazoned with Yoda on the side,Continue reading “Yesterday”
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McFlurry
Little known fact: I am scared of drive-thrus. This is a quirk that stems from my irrational fear of car washes, I think. Or it’s born from some other bizarre facet of my psyche. I don’t really know, but I have actively avoided drive-thrus since I got my driver’s license ten years ago. My newContinue reading “McFlurry”
To My Younger Self
Here, on Olde Poetry Monday Friday, a poem I wrote in 2012. I don’t remember writing it, but with all the changes going on in my life, I thought it was appropriate. To My Younger Self To my younger self, A bit of advice for your future. When Coach Smith tells you not toContinue reading “To My Younger Self”
12 Random Questions
1. If You Had The World’s Attention For 30 Seconds, What Would You Say? REMEMBER TO FLOSS YOUR TEETH EVERYDAY! AND STAY HYDRATED! 2. If You Had To Work But Didn’t Need The Money, What Would You Choose To Do? Any type of writing. Or cuddling kittens. That counts, right? 3. What Is In YourContinue reading “12 Random Questions”
The Hawk
Today, I was cruising along on my way to get my post-work Starbies (a venti iced cocoa cloud macchiato, if you wondered) when a flutter of feathers caught my eye. I directed my gaze just in time to watch a majestic hawk swoop down from atop a telephone pole and snatch a poor, furry creatureContinue reading “The Hawk”
Cyclical
Working in retail, you start to notice things about fashion… and the number one thing is that fashion is cyclical. Something deemed “unfashionable” one year can come back into style the next. Like, gel sandals are back in for reasons totally beyond my comprehension. What’s in right now? From the stock I’ve seen come in,Continue reading “Cyclical”
Skim
When people judge me for my taste in clothes, I can brush it off. When I am judged for my weeaboo past, I don’t let it bug me. When I am judged for my choices in film, books, or television, I ignore it. But finally, I have been judged for something that really got underContinue reading “Skim”
This Child
So, I know I do this a lot, but I just stumbled upon an old poetry assignment from high school… based upon the first Walt Whitman poem I ever read. I thought it was lost, but it was on an old flash-drive I recently dug up. Considering the huge effect that Walt Whitman’s poems haveContinue reading “This Child”
The Choices We Make
I have technically been an adult for 9 years, but in many ways, I feel like I’m not quite there. I sometimes forget that I am the master of my own destiny, the bearer of my own burdens, the navigator on my own stretch of road, and I determine the path, and how to handleContinue reading “The Choices We Make”
Just a Moment…
This week, landscapers came to do some yard work at our house. So, being the occasionally nice human being that I am, I figured I would park my car in the street so they could pull into the driveway, which would hopefully make it easier for them to get their work done. The issue is,Continue reading “Just a Moment…”
