eight

I was tagged by Robin of RedRobinLand because I fit into the following: if you are feeling hum-drum, despondent, left-out, lackluster, dingy, lethargic, or morose. Okay, apathetic too.

one: jj and I are not True Aggies together. In fact, jj is not a True Aggie at all, even though we both graduated from here.

two: I want to be better.

three: I like clutter in small amounts. The perfectly clean and shiny house freaks me out a little bit. I feel like I cannot sit down. Or laugh. Or play. Or be myself. And where do I put my purse? It does not match your love seat?

four: I am doing this instead of planning a lesson for church tomorrow.

five: My own open wounds freak me out so bad that I start to feel like I am going to passout. However, I can calmly handle all blood that is Gentry’s.

six: I still have love letters from boys as far back as junior high. I go through them every year-ish and get rid of ones that are no longer sentimental.

seven: I would rather stay at home and read a book with a cup of tea by my side and a warm blanket on my lap, than do pretty much anything else. Except maybe getting ice cream.

eight: My favorite color is starting to emerge as white and textures there of.

I am tagging all those who feel the same as me and fit into the list above.


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