Random
I made candy the other day, and it did come out good. The marshmallow fluff with honey was decent, I think, but I don't really like honey much, so I'm probably not the best judge. I ate like five of the peanut butter ones and then felt guilty about it.
Just now, my cat stole a $10 bill and was hiding it under the bookshelf when I noticed. Then he got annoyed when I took it back, and he swatted me in the arm. This is absurd.
I keep getting amped to write an actual post about shit that's going on and the things that are bothering me and the things I'm trying to deal with/not dealing with all that well, but I can never get further than typing a sentence or two and deleting it because it just sounds all wrong and it doesn't make any sense and I feel ridiculous because a lot of it is trying to process childhood things and I get annoyed with myself for not being over it, but, like, how can I get over it if I won't let myself deal with it, and ugh. I'm just frustrated with a lot of things at the moment. But I still feel silly and whiny and bratty about so much of it, and like, well, everyone in the universe, ever, thinks I'm like that anyway, RIGHT, so I might as well just go with it. I'm still not making any sense.
I don't know. I'm going to try to write out all the stuff that keeps rambling around in my brain (until I push it away). I'm going to try to write it down instead of ignoring it. But later. Always later.
Just now, my cat stole a $10 bill and was hiding it under the bookshelf when I noticed. Then he got annoyed when I took it back, and he swatted me in the arm. This is absurd.
I keep getting amped to write an actual post about shit that's going on and the things that are bothering me and the things I'm trying to deal with/not dealing with all that well, but I can never get further than typing a sentence or two and deleting it because it just sounds all wrong and it doesn't make any sense and I feel ridiculous because a lot of it is trying to process childhood things and I get annoyed with myself for not being over it, but, like, how can I get over it if I won't let myself deal with it, and ugh. I'm just frustrated with a lot of things at the moment. But I still feel silly and whiny and bratty about so much of it, and like, well, everyone in the universe, ever, thinks I'm like that anyway, RIGHT, so I might as well just go with it. I'm still not making any sense.
I don't know. I'm going to try to write out all the stuff that keeps rambling around in my brain (until I push it away). I'm going to try to write it down instead of ignoring it. But later. Always later.