Maybe I’ve just got a bad case of the Monday blues but I’m feeling an epic wave of blah-ness tonight. Scampering my fingertips across the Internet isn’t helping either; the place is stockpiled with an overwhelming prevalence of shiny stuff and it’s kiiiind of boring in its glitter-coated, uninspiring perfection.
Some people are winners and some, like me, are not. I don’t mean it in the professional or even personal sense, I mean winners in the literal sense of being a winner; to win stuff. When my grandma had an apartment in South Florida years ago, there was a woman named