Well, my crush on green-eyed columnists continues, for shame, for shame. Can't seem to turn off obsessiveness, anymore than I can turn off a movie starring Keanu Reeves. Keanu Reeves? Yeah, that came out right.
Anyway, life continues on. I had a very strange dream last night that someone punctured my ears with their fingernails, which have been hurting lately. Now they are draining into my throat (not the ears but the stuff in 'em), which is even weirder. Who say that dreams aren't compensatory mechanisms? By God and by golly, they are! So there you go. I also discovered that the Perry Ellis coat donated to me by philanthropist-minded people has a rip in the seams. Almost -- it's on the verge. Rather annoying as I do not sew, and now I feel bad b/c I must have sat on it wrong or something. Ah, no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to do anything but destroy material goods. Guess I care more about ideas.
It's alchemy, people, it's alchemy! Chemistry between people is part of that, ain't it? Amazing how with some people you can feel like an ass and with others like the most glorious, gifted creature on earth. Strange that way, eh? I guess that's the way life goes and that's what makes it maddening and delicious simultaneously. I read somewhere (and the less you read of this shit, the better) that some people's egos get along better with some egos versus others. You know what I mean.
Well, I'm just a lonely horny thirty-something woman trying to make sense out of a pretty painful life -- and, if nothing else, I am honest. Forsooth, I just saw a man wearing a hat that reminds me of the cat in the hat -- hmm. Today I'm wearing a rather icky blue hat b/c the other one has flowers on it and is not exactly my thing. Maybe that should be my birthday present to myself -- I need a new hat. I had a nice birthday but am still living in depressing circumstances and now there is trouble regarding a family member and I am still not working and am sick of dealing with heartless government agencies and you get the picture, people. Ah, if only such a thing as love existed! Besides ripped coats.
You get the picture, my drift, etc., etc. My watch just beeped -- hmm. This watch tends to go off periodically when I am most stressed making me quite sure it's owned by satan. Little "s", have no fear, only God is here. Anywho, Mr. Cat in the Hat just walked by -- why do so many men resemble serial killers? Why do so many look angry? Are we all just angry people at heart? Guess so, at least in part. Sigh.
Sorry this is such a depressing post doing nothing to contribute to the collective sanity of the world, which seems sorely in need of inspiration or a new media outlet, at the very least. I am bummed Billary/Hillary is not doing so well and sick of the media's ardent endorsing of Obama, as if it's all in the bag. The dude strikes me as being somewhat arrogant, but hey, what do you expect? All politicians in the spotlight probably are by nature if not by default.
So there we have it. I must go now and dream a better dream, but all I feel like doing is weeping into a giant box of cornflakes. I think I will purchase some artificially colored food to help with my PMS (yes, you knew this was hormonal in part!) and then dream that dream. Without worry, without stress, without pain.
Love,
Moi
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