Up in my Noggin

Even when there’s no pen in my hand, or a keyboard at my finger tips, I find myself creating stories of all kinds: the socially awkward boy, who skipped out on prom because he didn’t get a date. The loyal fish. The artist who dropped his sandwich.

Random yes…but all make me laugh, cry and wonder why I spend so much time up in my noggin, versus doing what needs to be done. I suppose this storytelling¬†is a form of procrastination…but whatever, there’s never a dull moment up there. Especially when my thoughts end up with a foreign accent while I narrate, and colourful pictures start flashing before my eyes.

Yep…imagination is fantastic…and yes, I am sane. I just have an overactive imagination.

Hope everyone enjoyed their weekend.

–R.

Flitting

If flitting were still a thing (unless you count rap battles), I would be so good at it. I write the best disses sometimes when I’m writing. I don’t know where they come from…but they make me laugh. I seriously hope other people find my jokes funny, because its awkward laughing at myself all the time.

Come out moon

One of my favourite Winnie the Pooh movies. I own it on VHS.
Ha…that gives away my age.
I’m in a THINK, THINK, THINK mood…and I have a rumbly in my tumbly.
Here is Where Ever You Are.

Come out moon
Come out wishing star
Come out
Come out
Wherever you are

For more lyrics: http://lyrics.wikia.com/Disney:Where_Ever_You_Are_Winnie_The_Pooh