A Month of Six-Word Memoirs

So, I promised and I’m delivering on that promise (see Another Must Read). Here is my month’s worth of six-word memoirs:

September 1, 2008 - When I can’t choose – do everything!!!

September 2, 2008 - Prisoner to my own self-loathing.

September 3, 2008 - Still wish I had my pacifier.

September 4, 2008 - Another day on the lupus train.

September 5, 2008 - Never got far playing it safe.

September 6, 2008 - After everything, I’m still standing (short).

September 7, 2008 - Born outside Detroit. Meant for Chicago.

September 8, 2008 - A dollar for every blog post…

September 9, 2008 - I wouldn’t need grad school anymore!

September 10, 2008 - It’s Rott. Pronounced R-o-t. Got that?

September 11, 2008 - A day I would rather forget…

September 12, 2008 - Short redhead female seeks tall man.

September 13, 2008 - Love or loathe me; please decide.

September 14, 2008 - I am a rock, an island.

September 15, 2008 - Doctor gives diagnosis, leaves the room.

September 16, 2008 - A series of very unfortunate events.

September 17, 2008 - I am – has been, never was.

September 18, 2008 - Hate driving, hate rheumatoid arthritis more.

September 19, 2008 - That’s me. The one you overlooked.

September 20, 2008 - I’m Baby in corner, without Johnny.

September 21, 2008 - Smutty romance novels turn me on.

September 22, 2008 - I have been waiting – still waiting…

September 23, 2008 - I’m always early – time never waits.

September 24, 2008 - I fall, I get up again.

September 25, 2008 - I just might be that awesome!

September 26, 2008 - I am me. That is enough.

September 27, 2008 - Not engaged, reads wedding magazines anyway.

September 28, 2008 - From Cinderella’s castle to Ivory Tower.

September 29, 2008 - Prince Charming? He’s still out there…

September 30, 2008 - Writing is food for my soul.