Art Journaling: A Visual Documentary

What could I possibly say of my unadventurous life in the midst of a self-imposed quarantine? I don’t know really. Maybe I could start telemarketing people. If somebody’s been giving you a rough go of it, just pass me their number so I can take care of it for you. Like, what else is there to do? I’ve got time for it, okay?

My sister used to get calls and she’d pretend to cry. They’d hang up right away. You’d think somebody would care enough to ask what was wrong but they just stopped calling. What’s wrong with people these days?

That being said, I don’t see that I need a big adventure but I do have a boyfriend. I can unpack a bestselling graphic novel to…I don’t know…make him want to kick me to the curb, probably.

Guys are an interesting gender. Women are just, you know, complex and catty. I understand them. Guys are just here trying to figure it all out. I love how Boyfriend is always asking if I wrote about him. Like naaahh, you weren’t the center of my life today. And then a quick, but you are right now. Aren’t we so lucky?

Quirky things happen to me. Or maybe it’s the way I think about events in my life. After all, I’m trying to make it through like everyone else, so I get caught up on peculiarities, I guess.

I’m looking forward to this new twist and rather curious as to what I might say. As of now, I’m pretty clueless.

4 comments

  1. I clicked ‘Like’ on your post, and it ‘took.’ I clicked Like on your comment to my post on my blog, and it didn’t take. Such fickle results are not unusual in my experience, which makes me think WordPress is female rather than male. Reminds me of the old saying about women: You can’t live with ’em, and you can’t live without ’em.”

    And with that, I’ll close, as I’ve already talked myself into enough trouble! 😉

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    • No trouble at all. I’m not a feminist, so you won’t automatically get thrown in the dog house. Maybe I’m just lucky that way. At least today I am. I do agree that it would be a wildly strange place to not have us around. Whatever would you do without those silent treatments and being held accountable for what you screwed up on a year ago?

      Thank you for hanging out with me.

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