I'm just a LITTLE tense right this minute. I saw myself about to hurl a turkey carcass and a fist-full of leftover stuffing at a certain someone, thought better of it and decided to try and blog instead.
You know what I do to de-tense lately? (as opposed to relax which I don't know how to do at all) I play house on Pinterest. I have become such an image hoarder. Here is my Pinterest account by the way if you want to hoard along.
I'm apparently collecting images of pink couches. I wasn't trying, but looking at my board I sat back and had to admit my undeniable attraction. Damn, i'm such a girly barbie girl! And you'd think it would tone itself down with age. What next? a pink poodle hairdo?
For the image credit it's a bit tricky, you have to follow the link. sorry i'm being a slob about credit.
What is it about blogging? I feel better now. So much better than I did when I wrote the first line of this post. I feel sane now.
Well... let's not get carried away :)
I think blogging for me is a way of saying 'this is me. I exist on this plane. I am carving a little piece of dream and peace for myself in this time of folly.'
I think I'll turn the turkey carcass into soup, instead of a weapon.
Note: the layout is all messed up but I have to go...