expressionism

I am an expressive person. Sometimes people hate that, sometimes people love it. I mostly am surprised by it. But since this is a blog and some of you don’t get to see my face e’ry day, I’ve decided to attempt a new, absolutely arbitrary fairly consistent post conveying my reactions to certain things. Make requests if you want, or just deal with the insanity that is my brain. It affects me not. (also, #myfriendsaremarried hits a lot of nails on the head with this type ish. but sometimes it’s profane; be warned.)

how I feel about a friend telling me we’re going different directions now 

because, like, seriously people, last I checked we were all spinning around the same sun with the exact same amount of minutes in our days.

how I feel when people say they don’t like coffee.

because, WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU DOING THEN, CRAZY?

& one last one for today:

how I feel when more than one bird flies near me in public

because you know how they do—rollin’ up on you absolutely unannounced, lookin’ all full of bird flu and what not.

until next time, peeps. ugh, I hate it when people say that. But not like I hate birds, so there’s that. x0x0, j

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2 thoughts on “expressionism

  1. OMG – and what I mean by that is – Oh my goodness. It’s like you posed for those pics and they are copying you! You made me laugh out loud in my office this morning which really accomplished 2 things: a) I was sad now I’m not! and #2 – people at work are probably wondering about me right now and I do like to keep them wondering!! I love you

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