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I hate that if there is a mass shooting somewhere where I know people, I have to go online to Facebook and see if there is an “I’m Safe” post. Just like mass shooter drills, it’s sad that this is the norm now.

• Don’t listen to her, if you want to be a chef, then be a chef.
• Do not eat a quart of Baskin Robbins Mississippi Mud ice cream in one sitting.
• Get/ask for help sooner.
• Don’t sign up for the spelling bee as an alternative. Don’t sign up at all.
• Ask her out for coffee before the fall rush is over and they let her go.
• Don’t trust professor Cobene.
• Back up your hard drive
• Don’t order takeout from that Italian/Indian restaurant
• Driving down Highway 101 from Washington to California is a lot longer than it looks.
• Fight for her, for the two of you
• Don’t Fight, just let go
• Don’t put all of your best Materia with Aerith
• Don’t straighten your hair like Michael Jackson…again; and don’t get it done at the community college.
• The peach button up and white pants might be a little too much for your first day of high school.
• Don’t take Astronomy at 8am in the morning or Biology during the summer.
• Make sure someone else is holding his keys when he goes on the Superman ride at Great America.
• You need to take more pills than that
• It’s a trap!!!
• Don’t look back, nothing has changed

I’m sure there are many, many, more…

Note-I used to love to answer questions like this or the Friday Five. I feel like they are supposed to be 500 words but I don’t thing that will happen unless I get really hooked again.

••Post that I left in draft a few weeks ago. Don’t think I ever answered the question••

For the last week I’ve had Pink Pantheress song Girl Like Me in my head. More specifically the Basement Jaxx sample from Romeo “Let it all go.”

I know why the lyric is in my head, besides being part of a great and catchy song. But the meaning could means two things. Do I let go of all the bad thoughts and emotions that I keep trapped in my heart and mind. To let go of all the suffering I wrap myself with?

Or do I let all of the hope and life I try to cling to go. And just surrender to the peace of death.

So these guys built a nest in the stairwell in my apartment. I have been waiting for the day that one of them would shit on me. I hated that they were so loud in the morning, quieting down has I left my apartment for work, and then starting back up when I was at the bottom of the stairs where they thought I couldn’t hear them talking about me.

Today it looks like someone took down their nest. It’s a little bit quieter and I’m a little bit sadder….