Shit. You're mad, aren't you? I don't blame you. I totally proved that all dreams are, in fact, lies. I didn't finish the AFI Top 100 before the end of 2012, so of course, neither did any of you. Well, you better not have. So that's it. Everyone go home. Party's over. I threw up in the punch bowl and someone's slow dancing with a coat rack. Or does that mean the REAL party is just getting started? Confused? I don't blame you. But you really need to learn to focus, you know that, don't you? Anyways, let's get it all sorted.
|I'd be honored to throw up in this.|
Now what? Along with last year's projects, I will also be contributing to Girl Town, another blog started by a couple friends, that you should totally check out. Joining this blog forced me to get my shit together and create a writing schedule since I will be on a schedule for them. They aren't strict, but I have to have rules or I'll just drink tea from my bunny mug without pants while I watch Murder, She Wrote. I also figured out that various & sundry is going to be where I get personal and geeky. Obviously my AFI Top 100 journey fits in perfectly here.
Maybe this proclamation is not very important to you. In fact, you might be comatose by now. I can dig that. BUT it was important for me to get it on here so I can come to this blog almost every Sunday (hey, old habits like procrastination and laziness die hard) and know what type of content I'm going for. Stressing over that question has caused me to procrastinate far too much so THIS ENDS NOW. I wish I had a Gandalf staff and a windy New Zealand mountain top to shout that from. Although, a walking stick and a big fan would give it just as much drama.
|Effective proclamation sans Gandalf staff or dramatic winds.|
flowers & sunshine & proclamations,