So the plague is making another round in my house. We’ve gone through so much Kleenex, we may as well own stock in the company! Next will be Vaseline, because my nose is cracked from wiping and blowing it so much. If it weren’t for the fact that I’m paranoid someone will snap a picture and plaster it on Facebook, I would just wad up a few chunks of the crap, and leave them shoved up my nostrils for an hour at a time.
Meanwhile, I’m so bored out of my skull, I don’t know which website to visit anymore. I’ve literally become an internet hobo. Thanks, Dan. I’m a 46 year old cougar stay at home mother with not a whole lot to do while debating about which gig I want to take.
Who is Dan? I’m not telling. Let’s just say he’s a cute gentle giant with sass and curls – who happens to be loved by millions of phangirls. He and his flatmate have got my creative juices flowing, and I’ve literally cranked out 16 fanfictions within the last few months. BAD cougar. BAD!
I told you … I’m bored.
I still love blogging, and really want to try out vlogging. But I don’t know where to start, and I’m afraid my camera lens might crack, or the internet will crash, or Samara will come out of the computer screen at me and swallow me whole for doing something mainly 20 and 30 somethings do.
I need some motivation. Any suggestions?
Maybe I need to finish designing my site.