It's been a while since I have consciously taken the time to think of all the many things I am grateful . . .
Sadly but true, this is just the beginning of the world's plunge into the sea of ludicrousness, so asking when this will end is also a waste of time.
Pride is . . .
When I started writing on WordPress, I never really knew what to expect. I felt all I had to do was deliver on my part with regular posts . . .
We call ourselves children of light and find ourselves dabbling with everything that is darkness and we sense nothing amiss?
Happy Birthday to me . . .
Thank you . . .
As I worked on it, in a split second, my phone blinked with a message: WordPress Has Stopped . . .
At this point, my roommate became quite worried, wondering why I was crying. So I narrated to her the story of my walk from dance class one afternoon . . .
Dear God . . .