2010 in first lines
Dec. 31st, 2010 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marydellBecause kalmn did it. Not necessarily the first post of each month, but the first line of a characteristic post for each month:
January: My first day of taking BP meds, my brain gremlin was all like, "you suck! You're such a failure! I can' t believe you can't fix this problem without a prescription, weakling!"
February: drinking electrolyte beverages and eating salted cashews is not the best way to deal with the weird cravings brought on by your blood pressure medicine.
March: Here, have some Bread and Roses.
April: I've mentioned my concentration problems, right?
May: I'm thinking today about the way we measure ourselves as mothers.
June: Charlie is nearly 2, and is starting to look like a little boy instead of a baby.
July: We took Charlie to the allergist this morning for skin testing.
August: So, I'm growing out my bangs.
September: Holy crap, I finished a story.
October: Ok, so yesterday's doctor verdict means that I can't drink Diet Coke any more, and I can't drink Earl Grey tea either because of the bergamot oil.
November: Jeez do I have a crappy roster of choices for this year's election.
kalmn did it. Not necessarily the first post of each month, but the first line of a characteristic post for each month: January: My first day of taking BP meds, my brain gremlin was all like, "you suck! You're such a failure! I can' t believe you can't fix this problem without a prescription, weakling!"
February: drinking electrolyte beverages and eating salted cashews is not the best way to deal with the weird cravings brought on by your blood pressure medicine.
March: Here, have some Bread and Roses.
April: I've mentioned my concentration problems, right?
May: I'm thinking today about the way we measure ourselves as mothers.
June: Charlie is nearly 2, and is starting to look like a little boy instead of a baby.
July: We took Charlie to the allergist this morning for skin testing.
August: So, I'm growing out my bangs.
September: Holy crap, I finished a story.
October: Ok, so yesterday's doctor verdict means that I can't drink Diet Coke any more, and I can't drink Earl Grey tea either because of the bergamot oil.
November: Jeez do I have a crappy roster of choices for this year's election.
December: Through a concerted effort in both cleaning and shopping today, I have created a situation in which a person could open my fridge and actually want to eat or drink the things found therein; further, they could do so with a high likelihood of not dying as a result of doing so.
