My inspiration has nothing to do with my period.

From time to time, my brain ceases to function. It’s not really anything that’s predictable or fixable. It really just stops being creative.

I’m not a monkey. I can’t bring the funny just by putting my finger up my ass then smelling it.
bee tee dub: if you have a video of that, please send.

For me, being creative is work. I’m no artiste or magical wizard with a pen or crafty son-of-a-bitch. That work of being creative with my keyboard ebbs and flows like the waves of my gushing menses.

You never know when it’s gonna happen.
if patrick didn’t have the snip, i’d think i was pregnant every single month with the way my menstrual cycle calendars.

Aren’t you glad you know so much about me?

“Hi, my name is Angie, and I like warm fudge brownies, endless hours of TV-watching, the beach, and my period is unpredictable.”

I also write way too many blog posts about how my brain doesn’t work. You’d think I’d get the hint that I should just write and quit complaining, but now I’m 181 words into this post, it’s 8:10 on a Tuesday night, and this is the first productive thing I’ve done today.

Unless you count ordering my cheeseburger with gouda instead of the standard American. THAT took some thought and experience in knowing my cheeses.

Today was a #couchtozeroK day with #bumknee and really, my knee hasn’t felt better in over a week. That should tell me that “hey, dumbshit, you should do more “lazy” and do less “doing” cause your #bumknee actually feels good when you do nothing.”

I got out yesterday to the beach and stayed on the deck at the bar (mmmm… margarita on the beach) while my mom took my girls to the shoreline so they could play at my beach in my Gulf. I was able to get some amazing shots of the water and the sand and the whole beach from my pedestal.

(no, that’s not oil in the water – it’s June Grass seaweed. still gross, but safe for human touch.)

Tomorrow, Tara is picking me up for an early-morning date to the beach then breakfast at The Donut Hole. Any restaurant with the words “donut” and “hole” in the name was made just for me. I hope to be inspired by the morning light (note: not SUNRISE light) and the donuts (PLURAL) in my belly.

What inspires you to create magic in my pants? Can you lend me your inspiration? Or do I just need to suck it up that’swhatshesaid and quit my whining?

Tagged as: beach, bumknee, productive