Do you ever feel like you are/have wasting/wasted someone else's time when you look back, or survey your present life? Many years ago, I had a boy say similar words to me. He said, I just feel you're wasting time with me until someone better comes along. He was right. In a small way. No one better came along, but he and I grew apart. He became this monster I could no longer feed and hide in the bedroom closet. He consumed me in a way that made me appreciate his words today. Step into my parlor said the spider to the fly......
Many trap doors.
I'm a whirlwind of designs and ideas. I have absolute method to my madness. This is all a big cover -up. (My blog) (My life) I am hiding in the laundry basket, in the clothes you do not want to fold, but need to fold. Nothing profound today.
I feel under the gun, and agitated. I am a little girl in the middle of a breath-holding fit. I am a little on the edge. If you don't seem to mind, I believe that is awesome! I am not faking anything. I am, true and genuine. I'm a Miller Hi-Life.
I don't know where to go from here.
LIST OF SHIT I AM GOING TO DO (with help)
1. Drag table legs out of barn.
2. Sand pie saver.
3. Finish patching hole in smokehouse.
4. Hauling off coke cans.
5. WEED EATING. (Beg for mercy.)
6. Somehow create shelves out of paper mache, and laugh when they go all to hell.
7. No. that's all for the upcoming week.
8. Wait, attack sun porch.
9. Okay, that's it.
P.S. I am going on a secret adventure with myself. I love you all, but there's way too much noise for me to involve another soul......