I’m ready to set myself up for this. Took a chance and think I could maybe make it happen. See you in a year when I finish hibernating ;)
I’m ready to set myself up for this. Took a chance and think I could maybe make it happen. See you in a year when I finish hibernating ;)
This one just might not be accomplished. At least any time soon..! I just stumbled upon a new run of books that are frickin’ awesome and I’m more into them right now than continuing to cover my present unread list. Sorry.
I’m right handed but play the guitar left handed. Thought nothing of this until someone at work pointed out that I also count money with my left hand. So while I may not be ambidextrous (YET!), there are things that I can do with one hand that I struggle with when using the opposite hand.
Now I just need to find a happy medium :)
Thanks Facebook..! Found some of my old school friends on there and we’re arranging meeting up for a few drinks and a shitload of catch-up! Amen. Mission accomplished! :)
I’ve written all sorts in the past. Preludes to novels, prologues for stories that were never written, poems, fictional biographies, maybe even some stuff that would count for a short story. I should dig through my old stuff, throw in an ending and tick this one off…
My New Years Resolution was to quit for one month. That sounds a whole lot more accomplishable than quitting forever, but I figure that if after one month I’m not crawling the walls for a smoke, then quitting indefinitely shouldn’t be a problem.
It was 6 years ago when I first saw this design and wanted to get it done. After having my first tattoo in 2006 (a star on my wrist) I felt ready to take the leap and have a bigger tattoo (Restless) across the bottom of my neck/top of my back. Well worth it and looks great.
I’m at the gym 4-5 times a week now, as opposed to the 2-3 times a month I used to go.
I wear a gold ring on my right hand which I used to strike matches on. If I turn it so it faces inward and cup my hand, it gives the illusion that I’m striking the match on my palm. Sneaky stuff!
I write scary things in Christmas cards, write “You” on the envelope and leave them in public places… It’s Stuart’s fault.
A friend and I kicked down the wall between two upstairs bedrooms in an abandoned house but had to jump out the front window shortly afterwards as the ceiling had started to come down on us. Lots of fun!
I picked up a salad and ate it while shopping. I paid for the empty box at the checkout and threw it away straight after.
It’s the first thing on my list and probably the last I’ll actually accomplish…
I was drunk and making a cheese sandwich. My youngest sister was freaking out over a spider. I could see why. It was big, with a fat juicy abdomen. I picked it up, placed it on the sandwich and ate it. It only freaked her out more. It was crunchy and juicy. Not too pleasent, but what the hell.
Monday is the day when I’ll abstain from alcohol for thirty days. I might as well make a few other changes to help myself on the way to completing this goal.
I could probably tie this one in with number eight…. Actually… I designed my first tattoo. But I want to design something more original in order to cross this one off.