Did I leave the gas on?

Please don't touch that.

Life is pretty amazing, wouldn’t you say?
I mean, it is this constant, ever-moving, ever-changing maelstrom. A Sharknado, if you will, that is full of lessons for you to grasp.

Had there been better days? She thought there must have been. She remembered hating how the dirt piled under her fingernails.

There was a time when I was super confident in myself, in my abilities, in my special-ness. It was during my twenties, after I had escaped a particularly evil relationship. I was angry enough at everything that I just didn’t give a flying fuck what anyone thought. It is easy to be confident when you are young and angry, I think.

Still slow. Thank goodness they're shamblers, eh? Or that I am just doing the 5k Training program.

Overhead, the sky was a perfect cerulean shell. The sun threw sharp glints of light off the pool’s surface. The leaves on the large cottonwood lay like limp flags. There was no wind to speak of, no breath of coolness to be had. The cicadas buzzed overhead. Wichita Falls in August.

WARNING: Very photo heavy post today.


This should be a music number, much like Little Shop of Horror's "Suddenly Seymour" or something.
At least, that is how I hear it in my head. Maybe because I am a bit odd? *shrug*

Suddenly, I am up to my eyeballs with last minute re-negotiations with my school’s Financial Aid office.

Sometimes, sadness just whaps you upside the head. And then you gotta remember something very import.

Ready?

I feel...I don't know.

Out of sorts, bitchy?
Like something is very awry.
Impending doom.