Life, the Cliffs Notes version

I am technically “on vacation”, which really means I’ve been sitting on my ass for three days doing nothing. I’ve spent a total of $55 in the past three days, half being food and half being gas. But it was nice to not be at work.
And now, a list.

It has been almost two weeks since [...]

The Great Declutter of 2008

In which our fearless blogger tackles the monster clutter that is her possessions. None of which are worth the hassle. Minimalism is looking real good right about now…

An accumulation of stuff

I have been itching to get rid of stuff I don’t need, because I’m sick of looking at the things I don’t use and thinking “Gee, I should really dust that.”

Since I’ve clawed myself out of credit card debt, I realize that most of the stuff I own would’ve been better left on the shelves; the money put in a savings account toward an emergency fund.

It’s not you, it’s me. It’s not anybody. It just is.

For someone who loves the uber-socialness of blogging, I am not social when forced to emerge from behind the laptop. I am a homebody. I don’t actively seek out strangers and talk to them. Even the people I know and (relatively) like, I need to seperate myself from, lest I feel the urge to punch them in the head. (Don’t take it personally - it’s not you, it’s me.)

Booking It

I know I am a writer. I want to be a good writer. And while my blog doesn’t make me any money (because I haven’t tried to make any) or bring me fame (harder since I went “incognito”, yes?), it’s been this account of the majority of my twenties. That kind of boggles my mind.