Another day, another dollar

Kind of. Not really the same with a volunteer position.

In some ways, I REALLY need to get my shit together. In other ways, my shit is more together than it's ever been. Make sense?

I made a list recently of things I wish I could say to people in my life, but can't for various reasons. Remember when people used to post that kind of stuff to their blog, but cleverly leave out names so no one knew which one applied to them? That was really stupid. If you have something to say publicly (or privately) to someone, do it. Otherwise, keep it for your journal.

Then again, I probably shouldn't have written it in the journal at all. I probably should have just said it to the people themselves. There goes that soapbox.

Many, many things can be fixed by: 1) Turning it off and on; 2) making sure it's plugged in; 3) duct tape; and/or 4) a Sharpie. For everything else, there's Mastercard.

Talent doesn't matter if you don't show up. That was a big realization I had this week -- seems basic, but it was kind of a breakthrough for me.

The PedEgg is amazing and really does work. However, and trust me on this one, it is one of the most disgusting beauty products you can possibly buy.

It's incredible how unaware I can be of the poverty all around me. You never know someone's situation until you are in it.

I've said it before, and I will definitely say it again, but laundry is THE WORST.

A little boy read the word "stripper" today instead of "stopping." It was an awkward moment for me, but he didn't seem to care at all. Kids are funny about that stuff.

I'm glad I'm back to being a curly. It was sad to have straight (well, kind of) hair these past two weeks. Bad haircuts are really hard to deal with when you have naturally wavy hair.

I duct-taped my cat last week.

Yes, you read that right. Long story.

This has been an episode of "things MK is thinking at the moment." Tune in next week for a new list of completely random and unrelated topics!