My internet is down right now so I’m using my phone to get online and I’m about to go nuts. I have enough work to do and this kind of problem really isn’t something I want to deal with right now. Worst of all, my computer has been rather problematic these last couple of days. It’s almost eleven o’clock and here I am blogging as if I were jutting down an entry in my electronic diary. Oh the good ol’ days. No, I no longer keep a diary. Where’s the fun in writing something that nobody gets to read? I had some time this morning to clear out almost a hundred pictures uploaded of me on Facebook. Not that I mind people having access to my photos. Au contraire, everyone is more than welcome to check them out. But yesterday when one of my friends posted “100 days left for Christmas”, it made me realize how close we are to the new year. September is definitely that month when we look back at the year that has just passed us by, and plan for the year that follows. At this point in my life I don’t really know what next year holds for me. It’s going to be my final year as a twenty-something girl. I read somewhere that we are all still a baby until we reach 30. That’s the age when all your mistakes are real mistakes because they’ve most likely been repeated. There really is some sense in that. I believe a mistake is the repeated wrongdoing.
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