This past Monday was pretty fun: Matthew and I wrote a beloved commercial for a made up product called Güpleflorp and I even made a bit of bizarre background music and a jingle and we read it aloud at the open mic. There's this regular that's always in a tie-dyed shirt named Tom that only got to see the last bit of the skit - but he was digging it and we had a great conversation that night. Eventually we'll turn it into a commercial to share online.
I'm in the process of trying to get a position at a local marketing agency working on dem SEOs. I also got some help signing the kids up for before and after school care, which is an immense relief for me getting a regular jorb. Now I just have to do a million tiny things to complete whatever the process is - get immunization records, physicals, initial here, sign there, come up with $100 for fees, and boom - I'll be dead.
Hahaha.
Ugh, my tummy hurts. Perhaps I shouldn't gorge myself on rotisserie chicken and gallons of coffee. Coffee that must not contain any freakin' CAFFEINE! P.O. Boxes are kind of expensive. And how weird to have a 3" x 5.5" box, aren't there supposed to be three dimensions? The depth isn't listed anywhere.
HEY - I have a gut feeling that things are going my way *BUT* it is unfortunately, sporadically, and intensely overcome by depression, which is exhausting. Like a heavy train chugging along until an unforeseen force brings it to an abrupt halt. Getting back up to speed over and over again wears on me and the halts are manifesting in the form of physical sickness. Insane hives, a never ending cold, nausea, tiredness. Certainly this is temporary, I recognize my NEED to prioritize self care now. AND to pace myself and be smart. I have somewhere to live, people that care, children that are nothing less than divine gifts, freedom, creativity, strength, rotisserie chicken, coffee, lunchables. Yeah... things are going my way.
April Marie Compo utilizing her right to free speech! (By rambling on and on about whatever)
Showing posts with label poop. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poop. Show all posts
Thursday, October 4, 2018
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
Warning: Contains Poop
I just ordered some lenses for my iPhone camera. They seem like a neat accessory. Especially for capturing various styles of bird crap!
^^^This was a massive poo!^^^
This one was seen on a train. Birds in more rural areas appear to have healthier diets. I could see berry juice in this one!
The most disgusting bird turd I've ever laid eyes on. This bird gorged itself on maggots before pooping on my car's driver door. Oddly, it's also the most artful dump.
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Puke
I got the nasty flu Thursday late at night. The type that makes ones body reject normal digestion procedures and just demands an evacuation *IMMEDIATELY* from top to bottom.
Then my bones and joints started hurting, especially my spine. Laying in bed was like laying on a boulder, but that's what I did yesterday anyways.
I feel better today (Saturday) but I guess I should take it easy. I was hoping to rebuild the playhouse since it's been so nice outside, but it looks a bit like rain might happen.
There are some seedlings of bell peppers and tomatoes starting to grow. I should build a vegetable bed soon too. Probably won't be able to plant them outside 'til late May/early June, so, there's no rush. Gardening is fun. It's more than fun.
Then my bones and joints started hurting, especially my spine. Laying in bed was like laying on a boulder, but that's what I did yesterday anyways.
I feel better today (Saturday) but I guess I should take it easy. I was hoping to rebuild the playhouse since it's been so nice outside, but it looks a bit like rain might happen.
There are some seedlings of bell peppers and tomatoes starting to grow. I should build a vegetable bed soon too. Probably won't be able to plant them outside 'til late May/early June, so, there's no rush. Gardening is fun. It's more than fun.
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