Yes, so I read my own blog. It’s not that surprising, really, is it?

Well, a year ago today I posted 15 min and a coping saw, which I recalled was my adventure with an unlocked Blockbuster DVD. Well, the second half of the post was full of Mediasauce memories, including a sad little sentence I wrote, that at the time, I thought was full of hope but reading it now, makes me feel like I gave up on my life.

ah, i look forward to days when i can worry about finding the right spot to photograph or which word to use rather than making a site work in IE or what site structure makes the most sense.

Oh, Mindy. How easily you forsake the things you love.

I do enjoy my new job, but I wrote that 3 years ago. 3 years. I should be on my way to creative rockstar status by now.

haha…well, happy wednesday to me, downer donna.

Have no fear. At least I haven’t stopped trying to think positively. So far, I’m making a really good run at it. And this post, it’s fuel not self-loathing (okay, maybe just a little self-loathing).  No self-discouragement from this chica, though. I’m going to make up for those 3 years, somehow, some way.

Big plans for the weekend. Big plans just for me, because I’m so damn special I don’t need people. And I made apple crisp for the first time in my life. Something about making a delicious dessert just makes everything feel better.

And I’m purposely running late right now, because the 8:47 bus is the attractive boys bus. Any earlier, it’s a bunch of unfriendly women and any later, it’s dirty old men. Gotta time it just right.