Thursday, February 23, 2006

Only to me

In case any of you were afraid that I had lost my touch to have stupid and odd things happen to me for seemingly no reason at all, well fear not. Yesterday while at the library with Son and Natalie, me and Natalie sat a small table while she did some homework, I believe Son was outside smoking. Anyways, as me and Natalie had a quiet conversation, I suddenly felt something bump my leg, of course thinking it was Natalie I began to proclaim that she had kicked me, and how dare she do such a thing, when I look at Natalie and notice that she isn't paying attention to me because she's looking at someone right on the side of me. I turn to look only to see a very large, very tall, very african male wearing a blue shirt. As I begin to look at him to see if maybe I know him, and he was just trying to get my attention, he walks away. I was the victim of a walk by kicking! I swear to God, this kind of thing only happens to me.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Heard and Said

Him: "Sometime this week, I swear I'm just going to shove something up his ass"
Me: "Why him? You should do it to ****** (Name ommitted to protect the Irish)
Her: "No, that would never work, she's already got something up there."

Sunday, February 19, 2006

I'll be ready

I would love to write something witty, or inspirational, or maybe even grammatically correct. But, I can't do any of those things. I don't feel like being funny, or a good semeritan, or a good anything honestly. I just feel like lying down, and maybe never getting up again. Or alternatively taking off my shoes, and running around the world screaming until someone notices me, and when they do, I'll be ready for that.

Monday, February 06, 2006


A few days ago I had a frightening thought as I made my way home in my sturdy Jeep. As I passed an old familliar road that my Godmother used to live on, and was also the settlement of an ex, I began to realize that I pass that same neighborhood every day. And when I pass it, do I think of the Godmother who I knew and loved for fifteen years of my life? Or do I remember the person who I dated for a year and half, and then spent an equal amount of time fearing and avoiding? Of course I remember the latter. Is it odd that our past loves haunt us more than people who are actually dead? And is a dead relationship anything like a dead person, or realative, or friend at all? Do we need mourning time? Should we wear all black for the next year? Am I expected to sit shiva? And if so, why is this? Why is it that we can know someone our entire lifes, have them die and still think of our stupid relationships over them? Are we really that selfish? Am I that selfish? Well, maybe I should just stop thinking, and keep driving.