I have recently started walking around with a small composition book that my daughter bought me. I have this affinity toward them, and I really don’t know why. It isn’t from my childhood, because, I never used them, and I really hate keeping notes in them because once I get done writing in them, I tend to never look back at it.
Well, that was until recently… when I started carrying the book.. which I feel is a tad redundant at this point….
I started jotting down some of the conversations and thoughts I have. Almost as if peering into my brain and storing those things for later use. These seems like a pretty good practice, as it gives me a chance to share with you the craziness that is my mind.
So.. buckle up.. and prepare to be mentally vomited on with things that catch my attention. Continue reading I Wear (Real) Boots