Tag Archives: writing

Fuck. My favorite word. But I’ve posted about that before. Anyway… I’m obsessed with this song right now. By Flora Cash. It’s about anxiety. So I guess it was written for me. I’m just kidding. I’m not that self-centered. They … Continue reading →

I hide things. Not in a literal sense. Well, I guess there are a couple of things I hide in a literal sense… my chocolate stash, my adult toy. But the non-literal hidden things—they are mostly embarrassing as hell. I’m ashamed, … Continue reading →

When I was a kid, I didn’t always stand up for myself. [I still often don’t.] I’d let things slide. I’d go along with things I didn’t want. I figured no one would like me if I spoke up. My … Continue reading →

Coffee.   p.s.—  I warned you about this. Some of these will be short, I said. Did you listen? I hope so or you get detention.   ©2019 what sandra thinks

If I had a nemesis, it would be bread. I’m just like Oprah. Except for, well, everything except the bread thing.   p.s.— I really want a hot, long, delicious… loaf of french bread. What were you thinking? Pervs.   ©2019 … Continue reading →

When I’m with people, I often feel suffocated or even annoyed and I want to be left alone. When I’m alone, I feel lonely, sad, unmotivated, and a bit hopeless and I wish there were people around. I think maybe … Continue reading →

It’s time [well, it’s past time… I’m late… there’s a shocker] for me to reveal my theme for a challenge I’ve completed every April since 2016. The A to Z Challenge. I have huge reservations about participating this year… but … Continue reading →