Sneaking Suspicions

Something tells me (my stats) that either A) all of you collectively decided to ACTUALLY listen to me when I said “please stick around”, B) everyone gathered that at some point I’d lose my marbles and this is where they’d end up or C) that I was joking. 

You bitches.

Unless it’s “A)”, in which case, I still cupcake you.

Things are weird. Really weird. I can’t make heads from tails and I’m burrying myself in:

• thought: WHAT AM I DOING?
• thought: LISTS! LISTS! DAMNIT THE LISTS!
• thought: WHO? WHY? AND WHAT DO YOU WANT?
• My darling children
• Cleaning my home
• Doing blog headers/images
• Skyping with friends
• SERIOUSLY, MARBLES?? HELLLLLLOOOO????
• ……… $$$$$$$$$$$$
• Trying to figure out what person 1 is doing and how person Y will react in scenario 1.65 when it occurs on an odd-day Thursday.

No really. Mostly that last one.

It’s a freaking puzzle around here. THE BAD KIND. Where you don’t have the box lid to reference, and you can’t even tell what it is by the pieces. For Everything’s sake, it’s basically an abstract made by an artist you’ve never heard of and some of it? Is in backwards Madarin characters.

And no one CAN help. 

And you can’t quit.

So you just sit there and get migraines and grind your teeth and bite your lip and drink more green tea. And blog or tweet or design or clean.

And I think you all get the point here.

It’s chaos. Just like always, but different, very different.

I’m spinning, which means I’m moving, right?