If there’s one lesson your mother should’ve taught you, it’s this: nothing lasts forever.
I’ve learned this the hard way, but that doesn’t mean each time isn’t painful, annoying, or just plain sucktastic. Fortunately, awful things don’t last forever either. So it isn’t all bad.
This one is pretty bad. Angela and Jordan forever?
Most days I practice here.
Practice doesn’t make perfect in that room.
Some days I write here.
This is just a blog, and it doesn’t have to be perfect.
Everyday I try to live my life and follow my dreams to here.
Ha.
But life isn’t always what I thought it’d be, so I can only try, try, try again until it feels right.
Most days I try to write in here and fight off the fear that I’m not good enough, funny enough.
I look to the greats and wonder if they were perfect.
They weren’t.
Nothing is.
Nothing should be. Continue reading »
Today was an 80 degree day with just a hint of what summer will be like. In case we had forgotten.
I hadn’t! Summer means I can’t go outside because of my wrinkly face. I asked my mom if I could get Botox. She said no. I said, but that’s what people do to get rid of wrinkles. And she said something about me being cute just the way I am.
I don’t like that. I like to be outside. I also like to eat muffins, so I moped around until I convinced someone to make muffins.
Unfortunately they were human muffins, not dog muffins. So I moped some more. And when everyone started complaining about how hot it was in our apartment (hello, the oven was on!), I blamed it on Davey.
Hey, he’s allowed to go out in the heat. He deserved it.
My mom says that’s like passing the buck. I dunno. I don’t have a toy called a “buck.”
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