Sometimes I blog when I’m restless. And sometimes I don’t know what I’m going to say until it’s said, which is ironic.
I have commitment issues.
When I’m outside of my home state and people ask me where I’m from, I hesitate, but I eventually commit to saying “Minnesota”. When I’m in Minnesota and people ask me where I’m from, I usually shrug and change the subject. I have an issue limiting myself to one place. When asked what I want to be when I grow up, I can name at least 6 things, and that’s just off the top of my head, none of which relate to one another. I never have just one job, in fact any less than 3 and I’m bored out of my mind. I don’t use stamp cards, punch cards, or rewards points, because who says I’m coming back? I don’t sign my gym…
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