Life I’ve done wrong, and I wanna suffer for my sins Shawshank, March 2, 2021 Get down, go to town, turn around – it’s the boot scoot boogie That song has been bouncing around my head for about an hour now. I don’t know any of the other words to the song. It’s like a broken record up there. Tuesday. Well least it’s not Monday,… Continue Reading
Life All the vampires walkin’ through the valley Shawshank, March 1, 2021 Ugh Monday’s, amirite? I slept like a log last night, and was so nice and cozy when the alarm went off this morning. Everyone cross their fingers today that the paperwork comes in today. I’m really hoping it comes in, but deep down, I think it’s going to be in… Continue Reading
Life Backbeat, the word is on the street Shawshank, February 28, 2021 Good morning everyone. It’s Sunday funday. The coffee is brewing and I want to thank you for stopping by. Yesterday I went to checkout the flat. It’s tiny, and cozy. I told the land lady that I’d take it, then provided my mom and BossLadies phone numbers for references. She’s… Continue Reading
Lockup Library Meme? I got yo meme right here! Shawshank, February 27, 2021 Good afternoon book nerds! Just some funnies for you on this chilly Saturday. And one I saw, I totally thought about Crystal when I was reading A Storm of Swords. Because this is how I see her face when I think about it. Continue Reading
Life And that’s where the hornet stung me Shawshank, February 27, 2021 Awake. Yesterday, we had a high of 2 or 3c. Today, right now, it’s freaking cold out. And it snow about 2 or 4 inches between yesterday afternoon and last night. Eww. Coffee. Yesterday, it was wicked slow, so I decided to be an adult and call about a 1… Continue Reading
Life You in that dress, my thoughts I confess Shawshank, February 26, 2021 Happy Friyay! We made it! Woohoo 🎉 I’m not really awake yet. I could use another couple of hours in bed. But I’m so used to getting up early, I’m sure I wouldn’t sleep in very long. I can’t sleep like my dad. On his days off, he’ll get up… Continue Reading