it is hard to let go of pain. It feels like giving in. Or, if it’s for something you feel bad about, then it feels like it means you don’t care. All traps.
Ha! :) Happy Holidays all. <3
Breaking up is hard. There’s circumstances, there’s age, there’s all that. But it still comes down to: breaking up is hard.
Why is it always a good feeling when someone lies for you when you’re embarrassed about something? They’re LYING.
Hell. It’s so good though.
it is an amazing drive in Shenandoah National Park, actually built as part of the Works Progress Administration (WPA) project during the Great Depression, but who knows if the car companies were lobbying for it. Probably.
And, hey! I have a new strip I’m creating called “One Way.” Read it over at baldwinpage.com.
Actually, watching performances is a good lesson in humor. So many people laugh in different places, and that’s because a wide array of things tickle different people different ways.
Pleading ignorance is sometimes the safest path. I have no idea if I intended that he ACTUALLY forgot or not, nor do I know if he knew.
I sometimes have thrashing dreams, and sometime yell myself awake. But more usually when I overheat than when I have heavy stuff on my mind.
Dreams are weird.
If you’ve reached the land of Moon Pies, you really HAVE left.
And for the record, Moon Pies make everything better. For the minute or two before the sugar-rush brain pain begins.
Sharing a writing project before it’s done is a funny thing. Sometimes I’m into it. Sometimes not. It can really help a project to get feedback before you keep increasing a small beginning mistake into an integral part of things. but sharing it can also take the steam out of the sails.