Beginnings/First posts of the month
Jan. 1st, 2009 12:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
autumnluv143It's unbelievable how little I've posted this year. Considering the fact that this is one of the ways I let off steam, I guess it's easy to see why I've gotten so stressed out. Anyway, these are the first lines or two of every first post of the month for 2008. I think I stole this idea from L last year and am doing it again this year.
They're not resolutions. They're goals. If I don't reach these goals, I won't be heartbroken for most of them, but I would dearly like to see them happen.
Tonight is Selene in Slidell. For a northsore parade, it's gotten to be quite a to-do. I'm excited though, the only parade I've been to in 3 years is a sunday parade in Slidell a few weeks ago.
I'm not freaking out anymore. And that's a good thing. There are a few reasons for that and I'll just have to list them out to get them into some kind of order.
5 weeks... And this is all I have to say...
Ok, the person that this is being dedicated to knows who they are so I'll not mention their name. This response to something you said in no way has any bearing on what I think of you. Ya know I love ya.
I'm sitting at my former full-time job going through a week of LJ posts by people in my friends list and have come to the utter realization that misery seems to roll through people like a wave.
I wrote this last night at work.
I find myself in a strange situation. Not new, necessarily, because I know I've felt this way before. I don't know if I've written about it.
Yet another asshole. This one is sooo much better than boiling cocks.
I'm always telling people in advice mode that they should tell others how they feel about them or the situation and to be honest about it. But I don't seem to be able to follow my own advice.
I left my house with pride tonight and headed down to my polling place to cast my vote.
It would seem that the only idea or thought I'm capable of holding onto is a grudge.
They're not resolutions. They're goals. If I don't reach these goals, I won't be heartbroken for most of them, but I would dearly like to see them happen.
Tonight is Selene in Slidell. For a northsore parade, it's gotten to be quite a to-do. I'm excited though, the only parade I've been to in 3 years is a sunday parade in Slidell a few weeks ago.
I'm not freaking out anymore. And that's a good thing. There are a few reasons for that and I'll just have to list them out to get them into some kind of order.
5 weeks... And this is all I have to say...
Ok, the person that this is being dedicated to knows who they are so I'll not mention their name. This response to something you said in no way has any bearing on what I think of you. Ya know I love ya.
I'm sitting at my former full-time job going through a week of LJ posts by people in my friends list and have come to the utter realization that misery seems to roll through people like a wave.
I wrote this last night at work.
I find myself in a strange situation. Not new, necessarily, because I know I've felt this way before. I don't know if I've written about it.
Yet another asshole. This one is sooo much better than boiling cocks.
I'm always telling people in advice mode that they should tell others how they feel about them or the situation and to be honest about it. But I don't seem to be able to follow my own advice.
I left my house with pride tonight and headed down to my polling place to cast my vote.
It would seem that the only idea or thought I'm capable of holding onto is a grudge.
