1 day. Not even. 3 hours left of my 20s. No words left. What an amazing day. Week. Month. Year. Decade. Life.
Tracks
2! Made it to the beach!
3 days left in my 20s. I have a pineapple in sunglasses. Yup.
4. Just in case anyone has any last minute shopping to do…
5. I. Love. My. Job. (Today I shot videos and wrote a rap. And a poem.)
Six. Good Friends, Good Food. Nothing else really matters.
One week. 7 days. Today is the last Monday of my 20s. Etc.
I decided it was high time I took inventory. How’d I do with this here blog? I spent the year posting:3 Lillian Hellman quotes / 3 Tennessee Williams quotes / 4 Dorothy Parker quotes / 4 Pictures in the car / 5 Pictures at Taco Mac / 5 Pictures of manicures and pedicures / 6 Posts about hot guys / 6 Pictures in my green flowered shirt / 6 Pictures at concerts / 6 Posts for others’ birthdays / 7 Pictures with wine / 7 Pictures of Maggie / 10 Pictures at or about Muzak / 11 Alabama Football references / 12 Theatrical references / 13 different cities
23 Posts about food
24 Pictures of Alisonface
29 Song lyrics posts
And a bunch of other random and nonsensical stuff. If you don’t know much about me, the above list sure would be a good place to start. Now, I’m challenging myself to spend the next week posting about different things.
Except Alisonface. There will always be pictures of Alisonface.
8. At what point does one need to consider asking for help with their polka dot addiction?
9 days. Single digits, y’all. Tonight, we celebrated this with a dysfunctional photo shoot outside the greatest German restaurant ever.
10. Safe to say that Maggie missed me while I spent the week away housesitting?
