Did I not at some point say on this blog that I’m not a big crier?
Yeah, that’s total bullshit.
It’s funny how you don’t really notice things about yourself until you start a 365-day blog and start making statements about yourself and then you realize sometimes they’re just not true.
I sobbed this morning watching this video that my friend shared with me and then I started crying this afternoon because I was tired and feeling generally blue.
Soooo…oops! Sorry about that!
I also tell people I don’t really collect shit, except I totally do.
I did a lot of travelling while I was living in Scotland. It was easier and cheaper because I was so conveniently located. Here is a list of things I collected from almost every place I visited:
Okay, handy. Coasters are very useful, right? So why not have a very random, very large collection of them?
I DON’T USE THEM.
Maybe I will one day. That’s what I keep telling myself. That’s why I have like, 100.
I just like magnets. One day when I’m not a starving writer who lives with her parents (thanks almost entirely to the very expensive second degree I acquired in Scotland – irony!) I will have a fridge of my own and it will be entirely covered in magnets.
Great, except you can only have so many keys…and I do not have enough keys to justify the number of key chains I own.
Switch them up often, you say?
TOO MUCH WORK.
Specifically, creepy playing cards. Like this bizarre deck I got in Sweden that has really scary trolls on them.
That one’s fine, I guess. I like playing card games.
NOTE TO SELF: Become magician. Learn card tricks.
Lesson learned: I do collect shit. I’m sorry if I ever tried to tell you otherwise.
P.S. What do you collect? Don’t say nothing. That’s a lie. But don’t tell me if it’s your toe nail clippings or locks of hair from every guy/girl you’ve ever fucked. Because ew.