All posts tagged Random Thought
Well that’s kind of fun.
I wore a whimsical necklace from my childhood yesterday and it brought back memories. The necklace joined my wardrobe for one of my first trick-or-treat outings. I’m glad to see, from a photo album caption my mom wrote, that it was also my dad’s when he was little. How fun! And, I’m also glad to see I still enjoy randomly wearing headdresses and dancing around… Hah…
Geese watching
Today, I went to the park. And this is what I saw.
Craft: NOM NOM NOM NAMASTE print in a vintage frame
I have the crafting itch!
Perspective
Five images found in my home’s bathrooms
clean shave
amber ripples
soft curves
figure 8
protector
Stillness
Today I feel removed. Soft. A quiet observer. With movement around me, I feel still.
Today feels like a muted sigh. I’m sad that I won’t see Chris until Thanksgiving. Bothered, really. I miss him. I’m peeved at myself for being unproductive. My room is a mess. I should go to the gym. I should eat better.
I should get out of this funk.
Or maybe I shouldn’t. Maybe I should just be as I am. Let myself fail according to my standards. Be mediocre and not grow as a person today. Maybe it’s okay to blog this and accept that it’s not my best post.
Maybe it’s okay to be still and not expect anything of these moments other than them simply being moments.
A part of me feels that this mindset is apathetic. Wasteful. Am I not living to the fullest?
Another part of me feels a little flicker of excitement not to be striving. Not to be on target. And not to feel guilty about it.
Perhaps it’s 100 percent okay to be still today.
Strategy
Dear Jenn,
You will pack your lunch this week. You will pack your lunch this week. You will pack your lunch this week. AND you will not forget it when you run out the door.
Love,
Waistline & Wallet
Sad lunch lungs
Today, I quickly ran downstairs to Kayak’s for lunch.
And, when I was getting water, I glanced out the window and noticed the barista I have thus far deemed as my favorite because of her geeky, sweet personality. She was puffing on a cigg, and something along the lines of this image popped in my head:
And then I felt sad. The end.
Murine 5
I’ve been thinking for awhile that if Mickey Mouse were a rockstar, he’d be Adam Levine. Adam is gentle yet piercing. His sound’s bright yet impish, like blueberry pancakes on a Sunday morning with the lingering scent of last night’s cigarettes.
I think Mickey could rep this vibe— don’t underestimate him. He may be sweet, but that rodent’s a poppin’ 83 years old and bound to have an edgy side, a few thrilling tales. He’s got to be hiding tattoos from his Steamboat Willie days. There’s no question about it. I mean, let’s be honest here.
And look at that sassy Minnie. I question if Minnie’s his “Stutter” fantasy girl or a “Wake Up Call” nasty little freak. (I feel oddly sacrilegious writing this, but I will not delete it.) Yep. I think she’s an untamed freak-a-squeak, and you all know it.
The end. I just reached a new level of weirdness. No, I haven’t been smoking anything. I’m just strange.