It would seem I have a lot of social media frustration these days. This is my third post on the subject. I promise I’ll move on to other topics eventually. Gotta get it all out of my system, I guess. What is today’s topic, you ask? Perhaps the mother of all internet grievances: Online Arguing.
I don’t know about y’all, but I have a love/hate relationship with sleep. I love sleep when it happens. I hate the fact that it’s so difficult for me. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, last night was rough. I fell asleep just fine, but then I woke up at 1:46 AM — I know because
Last week’s post introduced you to the concept of English major rage. Specifically, I was mad about a particular social media habit of putting pictures with quotes even if they don’t make any sense. Well, I’m still riled up, so y’all are gonna hear more of my social media grievances. This time, though, I’m gonna
Okay, friends, you’re about to be treated to some Rage Blogging. It’s probably not a good idea to blog while mad, but I’m going to anyways. When The Muse calls with an idea, you’ve gotta roll with it. The Muse is kind of like the Commissioner Gordon to my Batman. Gordon never stops to think,
Recently I had an interesting conversation with my mom and sisters. The topic? Exercise videos. My mom was asking for advice on finding a good exercise video. What was she looking for in said video, you ask? Something short so she can get it done in a few minutes? Good music? Nope. She had two
The other night I barely slept. I’m talking like a maximum of 3 non-consecutive hours of sleep. I tossed. I turned. I went to the bathroom and played on my phone ten million times. It was awful. At the time, I had no idea why I was so restless. Now I know. I had sensed
Few things strike fear into my heart like shopping for a card. Yes, you read that right. Shopping for cards terrifies me. Unfortunately, I had to face this fear the other day as I was in the market for two cards for bridal showers I was unable to attend. What is my grievance with cards,
I hate writer’s block. It’s a frequent visitor to my head. And it sucks. I’ve been wondering lately about what causes writer’s block. It seems like there’s a constant stream of potential blog posts swimming around my head at all times. So much so that I often have to tell my brain to shut up
I wish I could hire a goose whisperer. Last summer The Husband, The Cat, and I moved to a new house. It is fabulous. We got a sweet deal on a brand new build. It’s got square footage for days. The Cat has an entire floor (the basement) all to herself with a custom kitty
Do you ever wake up and think “I should totally make my own airline?” Because I do. At least I did the other day. The Husband and I are somewhat frequent fliers. His parents and siblings all live on the other side of the country, and I have friends scattered through different states. So I