Ive always been a loner. Well, maybe not always. I'm sure I was very dependent as a child. A life time of switching schools and switching homes and family members has more or less taught me that I am all I have. I am all I can depend on and I'm the only one who's… Continue reading On My Own
One time I was down in my basement doing laundry. I had a basket of clothes in my hand and I was heading through this little bedroom downstairs on my way to the family room to fold. In my peripheral vision I saw...something in the corner of the room. I couldn't make out what it… Continue reading Rut-ro, Shaggy
I looked up the definition of Willy-Nilly, as I often do with these word prompts. Not (always) because I don't know what the word means but because reading the definition helps me think about the word and gives me ideas for how to apply the daily prompt to my life.I have to say, the definition… Continue reading Whether You Like It or Not
It all started innocently enough with an email from Ulta. Earlier this week they gave me a 20% off my entire purchase coupon because I'm a platinum member. (Duh). So I was already going to buy something. But what? This coupon promised that if I pressed a button (Let's all just understand that when I… Continue reading Hello, My Name is Regina and I’m Addicted to “Free” Items with My Purchase
I've talked before about my weird little office with all the people who have worked together 20+ years. They have their own little habits and eccentricities. They have their regular places to eat. One of the most common amongst these is a Thai restaurant. It's actually called Thai Place. So...super creative. What they lack in… Continue reading Why Are We Even Here?
Today's word prompt, shallow, has my name all over it. I feel like everything I write about on here is shallow and I'm okay with that. I don't think I'm shallow in real life but this isn't real life. This is a blog. I won't go into my whole sob story again. You can find… Continue reading Deep Thoughts on Shallow Subjects
I remember in middle school when we started having to change clothes for gym. I was mortified by the idea of seeing my classmates naked or much worse, them seeing me naked. I was raised by my grandmas to be very demure and ladylike. My private parts were to be kept strictly private and hidden… Continue reading Like Carrie without all the Blood and Telekinesis