I believe I am going crazy, as evidenced by the fact I have begun stapling floral upholstery fabric to everything. Our apartment looks like an eighty year old woman who was once a gardener, tried her hand at interior decorating.

Flowers in prints, fabrics and sketches are slowly overtaking. I think I need to learn how to self-edit. Especially because most of them tend to be clashing and in shades of yellow and orange that were popular over thirty years ago.

Labels: boring life, decorating, house

I miss blogging.

I miss people telling me I'm funny. I miss having funny stories to tell. I miss thinking "I totally have to blog this" and knowing that the humor of the moment will be enjoyed and carried on by a few more people.

Unfortunately, in the past eight months, I've been unable to blog anything work related, given the nature and position of my work. I have more people under me and wouldn't want them to find this blog because, well, let's face it. That would be weird. And yes, in the past few months, I did have a very close call.

Also, in the past year, I've changed quite a bit. I've become, dare I say it, kinder! Granted, I'm no Mother Theresa, but I went a whole week with house guests without insulting anyone. Can you imagine that a mere two years ago? Me either.

I'm afraid I've become frightfully dull. I no longer try to mow children down who are getting on school buses, I drink more tea that I used to and even do things like eat healthy and workout regularly. In short, I'm becoming quite pedestrian and boring.

However. In spite of all that, I've decided I want to start blogging, simply because it's nice and I miss it. And I don't really give two figs if anyone finds me funny.

That's what I say now.

Labels: boring life