Seriously I don't know what's wrong with me. It's not that I don't want to write. It's not that I don't have stuff to talk about. Part of it is time. I seem to be running short these days. And part of it is energy, I seem to be running short on that, too. And part of it is just not wanting to share some things so publicly. I'll say it again for the five billionth time: I should have stayed anonymous.
So to get me back into the swing of things (I would like to post every day this week, no promises, we will see....), I am punking out and doing a meme. I saw this here, she's a cool chick, you'll like her.
I can't . . . bake a decent batch of brownies, stand the smell of cigarette smoke, leave Target or Costco without spending money, walk in my closet without stepping on something, go a day without checking Facebook.
I can . . . see through most people's BS, do the splits, remember the names of every teacher I have ever had (and I went to 14 different schools people), tell you what you need to hear, throw a heck of a party.
I won't . . . blow smoke up your bum, let you win because I feel sorry for you, ask for help unless I absolutely have to, watch Chuck Norris, Steven Segal or Jean Claude Van Damme movies, get on a plane without a little liquid courage - I don't care if my flight leaves at 6:00 AM, that's why God created mimosas.
I will . . . tell you if I think you are wrong, always have gum and Tylenol, forgive you if you ask, write a book, love Uberman until the day I die, say I am sorry, always want dessert.
I shouldn't . . . always eat dessert, procrastinate, drink so much diet coke, talk as much, check my email/Facebook/Twitter/blog comments a million times a day, make fat jokes at my own expense, care so much what certain people think, constantly remind others there are only 75 days left until "I'm on a boat and . . . it's going fast and . . ."
I should . . . eat more vegetables, exercise, watch less TV, get organized, let it go, make more time for myself, write more, get over it, stop trying to be in control, trust, accept people for who they are.
What about you? What can/will/should you do?