this is me sending the batsignal | Random Thoughts #33

× I think I’m spending too much time on here. I can’t even say what it is I do on here because I feel like I barely read people’s posts, but in terms of operating my two blogs, I don’t think I’m using my time wisely. I know that a while ago I said I’d limit myself to a post a day, but apparently that flew out of the window.

× I was supposed to quit Bob (should I be worried that he’s now something I need to quit?) but that ship stopped for a while before it sailed. 

× I was supposed to do a lot of things and I seem to always end up doing none of them. It’s a running joke. Snark says she’ll do something and she never does and LOL typical. It isn’t really funny anymore. 

Can a girl get some productivity up in here, please? 

This is me sending the bat signal. 


Anyway, that’s not going to come today. 

× Here are your Bobservations for Monday. 

Hahahaha, Bobservations! That’s actually jokes. That’s a good one. It’s funny. It might be good to just create a little heading and section off that part of Random Thoughts so all of you sane people can skip my nonsense? Okay, maybe not. Who has time, right?

1. Whiplash. I think he was going for a panoramic view of wherever but it was just shaky. Sorry, Bob. 

2. Bob, it’s too dark to see you WHY DO YOU ALWAYS CUT BACK TO YOURSELF, AND WHY IS IT SO DARK? 

3. Some mentions of Sam Shepard, who I didn’t know of, but I heard that he died. RIP.

4. I don’t think Bob and I could be friends. He’s bowling and Instagramming it. Just bowl, dammit. 

5. Graffiti on the walls. Where exactly is this bowling game taking place? Anyway, I guess the graffiti is cool if you’re into that kind of thing. 

6. I can’t with this guy. 

7. The next morning, Bob is walking… there are trees, apartments, Bob’s face, trees, apartments, Bob’s face. And silence. This is so weird. Oh, and then there’s a smile. It’s a nice smile. Well, okay, fine. I won’t snark on him too hard. Scratch that, what is the point, Bob? Were you so overcome by life that you had to show us what walking down the street is like? Nil pois for you, my friend. 

8. His sunglasses are nice. They’re always nice. 

9. His hair is pretty. 

10. When did my observations turn superficial. Anyway, the most recent videos are all really short. He’s at some kind of gym, I guess.

11. Now he’s at some kind of event place that I won’t mention just in case. 

12. You know the cruelest prank someone could play on me is to pretend to be Bob and comment. Don’t get me wrong, I’m fearless and fierce but actually I’m not and I’d feel bad if he ever saw anything I wrote LOL. I’m not about that life, guys. I’m a chicken. Cluck cluck. 🐥🐥🐤

× Now that I’m done snarking about Bob my Headache of Doom™ has returned. Sigh. 

× I’m back at work this week. Woo. Anyway. That’s all for now. See you tomorrow! 

peace and love

I need to get out more | Random Thoughts #29

Got a visitor

Aunt Flo is on her way (already!), woo! This time, brain fog and cramps have shown up before her arrival. It’s weird because I usually get the brain fog after. I’m going to take the Vitamin B and finally shell out the cash for the iron supplements, just to see if that helps any. I’ll also try to switch out coffee for tea if I remember. 

I think I’m reaching that point where coffee is doing more harm than good. I used to drink one cup a day, but I’ve gone back to two. I need to go back to one. I can do this!

I want to write a book

I’m a writer. I’ve written all my life. I’ve written long stories, short stories, but nothing that is could be considered a novel. I just can’t get anything to work. Right now I’m toying with the idea of making Bob interesting by giving him a personality and making him a character. This is for various reasons. The main one being I’ve written more from a male point of view than female. Not by choice,it just worked out that way. So, instead of forcing something, I’m thinking that I should stick with what I know. 

Male character. 


Possibly a murder mystery. 


Let’s start now. 

It was a beautiful day, and the sun rays were shining, spraying the waterfront with golden light. Bob stood in his custom spot, with his camera in front of him, his tripod long abandoned. Technically, he was an amateur photographer, but he took it seriously. If he was lucky, some agencies would pay a three figure sum for the shots. The rest went on various social media sites.

Anyway, on this day, Bob found that his creative spark was missing. Nothing was clicking (no pun intended). He packed up his camera and made his way to his car. He’d been walking for ten minutes when a pungent smell hit the air. He stopped in his tracks and tried to locate the source of the foul stench. 

What he saw had his stomach recoiling in horror.  

It was a hand buried under the sand. 

Ha. What do you think? I’m crazy, right?! I guess I’ll update you with more later. Let’s write a novel together! I’ll call it Bob’s Adventures for now. Anyone got a better title?

I have a serious story that I’m working on, but it’s only on 8000 words. It’s based on me but isn’t at the same time. The main character is basically me. I guess that’s why I’m finding it so hard. Dammit, why I I have to be such a complicated gal? Haha. Maybe I’ll post some? I don’t think it’s going to be my first masterpiece so I might as well. Even E.L. James got to take her ‘fiction’ down once it got published, so no big worry. Lol. 

Speaking of Bob…

So I watched some of his newer videos and one, I have no idea what the fuck is going on. I don’t know what he’s talking about. I don’t know where he is (well, some kind of beach area in Cali, but still) I don’t know what he’s doing. I don’t really know what day it is anymore. 

Two, for some reason, he keeps panning to Mrs Bob (who seems super uncomfortable) and asking her if she wants to go over and help with whatever the fuck it was (some kind of low budget music video shoot? Idk). The way he was asking her was weird (‘Babe, do you want to do this *pans back to his face*). She’s just sort of like, ‘I’m smiling but not saying a word’.  I don’t blame her really, she can hear the idiocy that he’s saying, she might as well keep herself out of it. 

Three, I’m not clicking on anymore more because I’m confused and bored and also I sort of want to rescue Mrs Bob from Bob. She seems nice. He’s only ever posted one picture of himself with her too, which is a crying shame. Bob strikes me as the gratuitous couples pictures kinda guy. 


…more ‘material’ for the book! 😂

The irony is that I wrote that passage above before I saw the videos, lol! I really need to get out more. 

To conclude

Anyway, I’m going to keep this short. I have a longer post about the past day coming up, so I’ll keep this one light hearted. 

I’m writing a (different) story and it’s getting to that point where each word is working me hard. Not sure why. Might be an issue with me trying to force it and make the story longer than usual. I don’t know. Writing is hard. 

Got the week off and my aim is to finish two stories, write one, fix my resume and job documents, find and apply for at least one job, even if I’m not qualified. Just to get back into the hang of it. I’m going to write all of that down both on my phone and diary and try and tick as many off. 

I can do this! 

Fraturday Thoughts


Of course, I am all about being positive so….Friday didn’t suck as much as previous days, it was just not as pleasant as I’d have liked it to be.

Sleep didn’t come again (this time it might be my fault).

I was thinking about a friend of mine and wondering if we’ve called it deuces or we’re just on friend hiatus.

Work was…uh, it was work? Yeah, I love my job. Woo….

The good thing is that I’m actually passionate about something for once and I was up trying to get things together for it. I have the software and almost everything but… Continue reading “Fraturday Thoughts”

How to stop potato

This is a post I wrote last year but had nowhere to share. So. I’m sharing it now!

How To Stop Potato

I’m kidding. Although, how to stop potato is a good example of what I intended to talk about which is PROCRASTINATION!

I am the worst procrastinator. Especially because I have the attention span of a three-year-old and also I frequently have to disrupt my life for toilet breaks (so, so, so sad). Continue reading “How to stop potato”