by Andrew Jones
I think I have heard this phrase about 15 times today. I am declaring it officially over-used. Please world, come up with something more creative. I'll get back to you when I think of something better.
by Andrew Jones
Man alive, I haven't laughed as hard as I have today in a long time. Whenever you get the chance, check out Stuff Christians Like (listed on the right hand side, MyBlogReads). There was a comment today in regards to Stephen Baldwin not being a legit Baldwin brother. I paraphrase, but the comment read something like this:
If Stephen Baldwin is a real Baldwin brother, then he deserves a brick to the face, not money for his ministry.
Don't know why I'm laughing at violence, but that one was a knee slapper for real.
by Andrew Jones
I hate pollen. I mean, loathe it. There's nothing I want more than to be able to one day sit down with God and just say, "Why?" Call me selfish and sickly, but this stuff just reaks (sp.?) havoc on me. Seriously, I haven't been able to breathe out of my nose for the past two weeks.
And then I'm reminded that this yellow devil is necessary for the beautiful flowers I get to enjoy during Spring and Summer to bloom. Just thought I would point out the reciprocal relationship I am experiencing right now: Flowers productivity vs. My productivity. About as lop-sided as you can get.
by Andrew Jones
I don't even care any more. You can call me all kinds of things for LOVING this show. It's refreshing. It's great music. It's everything you want in a Tuesday night show on NBC. So go buck wild. Tell me I'm gay on my wall. I don't even care. There I said it.
by Andrew Jones
The intention of this blog has been, if I'm honest, completely selfish. For some, I suppose, that comes in the form of being recognized as a funny or intelligent person, made manifest in their writing. For others, it may be a way to vent their thoughts that all too often get bottled up in the everyday hustle and bustle of life.
What I mean by selfish is that there is a part of me that just sort of rots unless I write. Creative writing, somewhere along the way, became something I must do in order to feel like I've lived a full day.
Anyone feel the same way? If not creative writing, what is it that you started doing for fun that has blossomed into something you must?
by Andrew Jones
Does anyone know how I can set up an RSS feed for viewers of another blog (which is private) can be alerted to new posts and comments in their Google reader or any other reader for that matter? AHHH!!! I can't take html anymore!
