It’s that time again.  Time to clean out the “Recent Drafts” section.  That’s just what WordPress calls them.  Some of these aren’t so recent so let’s grab a few titles, shall we?

No.  Not really asking you.  Just a nice transitional phrase. We’re doing it.  I’m pulling up titles, sharing them with you and then privately evaluating the content of the posts I never finished.  Or finished but never posted. Or didn’t actually write because some of these bad boys are posts in name only:

don’t kill the cat…

love is another matter altogether…

the worst dream…

prints…

stupid words…

lost voice…

you learn something new everyday…

spring is in the skin…

coffee and thai takeout…

a note to conference advertisers…

party planning -or- guilt avoidance with cami…

idle hands are the devil’s playthings and other deep insights…

and last but not least

please, not the pjs…

Of the 34 posts sitting in my queue, these are the titles of posts that might be salvageable.  Some because the title made me giggle others because I remember writing the post and have a craving to complete them.  One that I play over and over in my mind is prints… because I remember clearly what I was thinking upon seeing some prints on the glass at the airport over the Summer but I’ve never quite found a way to finish the post.  Others, I have absolutely NO CLUE what on earth I’m talking about, like party planning -or- guilt avoidance with cami… I mean really.  What the hell is that all about?  There’s no content in the post and the date provides me with no context.  I’m going to have a think of some of these…

Though please, not the pjs… I mights as well get over with here and now.  Okay?  Here we go:

Girls?  Stop wearing your fucking PJs in public.  Stop wearing your slippers to school.  Stop pretending the bus is your bed and put on some clothes that are actually meant to be worn outside.  The grocery store is not your parents’ house.  GET FUCKING DRESSED.

Okay.  I feel better now.