Someone once asked me if I __________ my blog because I know he's reading it. And my answer, at the time, was, "no, I write what I write and if you don't like it don't read it". (I can sooo totally not think of the word I want. It's not edit or screen...but something similiar?)
And, that sounds nice.
Except now, I think I am ____________ my blog because if I write what I'm really thinking, someone is gonna read it and either really really like it, really really hate it, divorce me, or get a restraining order. :) So...now I don't know what I should write or what I shouldn't write. It's frustrating.
This is what I will write:
Pink Peppercorn Chocolate-bluck.
Lavender Chocolate-not as blucky as Pink Peppercorn Chocolate, but not something I'll ever crave.
Chocolate Wine-smooth & silky.
New Scarf-absolutely awesome. Too cute to wear. And, I totally think I should have paid more for it...
Hugs-sigh.
Hives-yikes.
Kissing kiddos good night-dreamy.
Imagining what I'm imagining but not allowing myself to write-holy fuck.
:)
And, that's all for now.
1 comment:
I already have a restraining order on you, so...when in Rome.
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