Don’t ask for whom the bells tolls. It tolls for thee.-Ernest Hemingway
Thank you so much Ajaytao 2010 for nominating me for this award. He has given me so many awards in the last couple of months. It disheartens me that though I’ve accepted them, I haven’t acknowledged the fact on my page. It seems that I’ve forgotten why I write. And essentially whom I write for. I write for me. It’s as simple as that, really. I won’t ever forget again.
I love words, no matter how simple. They make my heart sing, or break. I’m a sap. I make no apologies for it though. Give me a photo and I’ll weave a story. Give me a word and I’ll weave a story. Give me a song. A subject. Even a sad friend needing to purge their soul. I don’t know where the words come from. Well, I sort of do. A thesaurus or dictionary. I’m not afraid to say my vocabulary is limited. Anybody know of a writer’s group in the Ann Arbor area? I need some help. XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
Here are the rules:
1. Display the award logo on your blog (top).
2. Link back to the person who nominated you (below logo)
3. State 7 things about yourself (below terms).
4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them (below 7 things).
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award’s requirements.
Seven things about me:
I’m a mouthy little shit.
I hate my body.
I would rather party in a pole barn than anywhere else.
I love with every damn bit of my heart.
I see the best in people. Often, that bites me right in my ass!
I am a very happy person, but cry easily.
I have a great penchant for love, but do NOT fuck with me. If you hurt me, we are DONE.
My nominees are:
