Despite being aware that nobody is checking out this blog except Romanian botts and search engines, it still keeps me happy and gives me something to do each day instead of sitting around on my bed doing drugs like the stereotype junkie. I can tell myself it's a great learning experience, and it...
I woke up at 6am and started my Monday right away. I turned on the webcams and started recording footage for what might be used for the making of The Orange Jeff Show. I have a new optimism fueled by a new fan, a new month, a growing need for change and of course, a morning boost of drugs. Monday...
... but mother, I don't like beets. My father had only one rule about food, no two. No beets Clean your plate. It was a thing. Something to remember because only having one thingf you won't eat, is a strong way to say you'll eat anything. Neat dad memory to start off...
I woke up with a gasp today. As far as I remember, I woke up with a gasp about 40 times since 3am, when I finally fell asleep. There are so many things to write about this morning and I suspect I'll only remember to touch on a few. I'll try not to read into the many...
Every once in a while I get a PP with the mini fantasy that one day, students would be trying to figure out what some of my titles meant.. In the previous blog which I should attach somehow, I started to describe the streak I was with regards to humour and attention...
Pride is when the positive voice was victorious and you have enough assumed smile energy to break the barrier of sharing. Putting it out there open to opinion. Firsties points don't matter as long as one fan finds you. The smile of a fan can change everything....