Adjustments in Home.

Bowls.
Bowls and cups.
Bowls and cups and plates.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds and televisions.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds and televisions and picture frames.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds and televisions and picture frames and memories.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds and televisions and picture frames and memories and visitors.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds and televisions and picture frames and memories and visitors and leavers.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds and televisions and picture frames and memories and visitors and leavers and forgetters.
Bowls and cups and plates and forks and towels and beds and televisions and picture frames and memories and visitors and leavers and forgetters and loners.



It starts with a bowel and your whole world falls apart.

Should I Stay Or Should I Go?

that seems to be the question of the moment.
"should I stay or should I go?"
hmm.

When life gives you lemons, make lemonade?
Or just go inside and finish your glass of water?

Maybe I want lemonade.
A change of pace.

But should you make the lemonade?
or would you be putting the hot chocolate selling guy
out of business?

ugh. i don't know.
i hate making decisions. why can't they be made for me?
and why is it when ever i want an honest answer
no one will give it to me?

thats why i titled this blog "the honesty policy"
it's the new black.