the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
Measles is like a bad gig that sneaks up on you, leaving you wondering how the hell you got there in the first place.
The spatula, with its sturdy yet flexible form, has become an indispensable companion in my culinary endeavors, deftly navigating the delicate terrain of both batter and dough.
Limb entwined with shadow, a grotesque fusion of flesh and machine, whispers of both creation and decay echo through the depths of my being.
Catalyst is the spark that ignites my passion, propelling me forward to embrace every challenge with the same determination I brought to the field.
Elf is like stepping into a world where holiday spirit dances in the air and every moment feels like a celebration of joy and laughter.
Footage unfurls like a whispered secret, each frame a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of memory, inviting me to dance between reality and the surreal.
Adrenaline surges through my veins like a wild stallion, igniting a primal fire within that pushes me beyond the limits of human endurance. In those electrifying moments, I feel invincible, as if the very essence of life is coursing through me, daring me to seize the day.
Decided not to go sky diving. It would mess up my hair.
In the dim light of the studio, the form of the male figure stands resolute, a testament to the raw beauty and vulnerability that lies within the human experience.
Yesterday unfolded like a grand overture, each moment a note in the symphony of my life, resonating with the echoes of dreams yet to be realized.
Registering for classes feels like trying to dodge a pie in a food fight—chaotic and messy, but somehow you just know it’s going to be a blast.
The thrill of streaming new stories feels like stepping into a world where every character's journey resonates with my own dreams and struggles.
In the quiet corners of my life, the passbook lies like a well-worn journal, filled with the stories of my small triumphs and occasional setbacks. Each entry is a brushstroke on the canvas of my financial landscape, a testament to the simple yet profound relationship I have with my hard-earned savings.
Nothing beats the smell of fresh hay on a summer day, reminding me of simpler times and the good old days with the gang.
Classic beauty captivates me, its timeless elegance whispering secrets of grace and sophistication that never fade.
Fondue evokes a delightful sense of camaraderie, transforming a simple meal into an opportunity for connection and conversation around the table.
Ankle, that oft-overlooked joint, has become my most reliable companion in the grand performance of life, twisting and turning with a flair that even the finest of dancers would envy.
Routine can feel like a straight jacket, squeezing the creativity right out of me. I thrive on the chaos of inspiration, letting the music take me wherever it wants to go. When I break free from the mundane, that’s when the magic happens, and I can truly let loose on the guitar.
Topsails have always captivated me, their billowing forms harnessing the wind's raw power to propel a vessel into the horizon. There's something profoundly poetic about the way they dance against the sky, reminding us of the freedom and adventure that awaits beyond the shore.
Thirst hits me like a fastball right down the middle, demanding to be quenched before I can step up to the plate.
Grandma's love always hits me like a smooth groove, reminding me that the best things in life are wrapped in warmth and wisdom.
Feeling like a marshmallow in a world of toothpicks, I waddle through life with a belly full of laughter and snacks.
Strait is like a diet soda—looks refreshing, but deep down you know it’s just a cheap imitation of the real thing.
Riding that wave of adrenaline, I can feel the pulse of the board beneath my feet, connecting every twist and turn to the rhythm of my soul.
Major league is not just a game; it's a passionate dance where every move is filled with grace and intensity. In the spotlight, I feel the thrill of competition, where the heart races and dreams come alive.
Divan is like that cozy corner of my life where comfort and chaos intertwine, a delightful paradox that keeps me on my toes. There’s something utterly charming about sinking into its embrace, feeling the world fade away while I sip my tea and let my thoughts wander. It’s a haven of sorts, a place where the mundane meets the whimsical, and I can’t help but revel in its quirky allure.
The void feels like an empty stage waiting for a song to be born. In that silence, I find a haunting beauty, like an old tune echoing in the depths of my soul. It’s in that space between notes where I often discover the truest melodies of life.
What word starts with E, ends with E, and has only one letter? Envelope.
Poetry wraps around my heart like a velvet ribbon, whispering secrets that dance between the lines of my soul.
Playing the piccolo has always felt like a dance between delicate notes and bold expression, captivating me with its unique voice in the symphony of life.
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