Splat!

I have definitely gone through a million emotions today. And, I can't say I've had only one moment of satisfaction, because there have been two. I gave a gift this morning that I put a bit of energy into, and I do believe it was appreciated. I am always happy when I do well with a gift, and am able to put a smile on someone's face.

But, I have to say, as cynical and twisted as it sounds, one of the highlights this Valentine's Day was driving around a corner and seeing something red come flying out of the window of the car in front of me. Now, I'm not usually a big fan of littering, in fact, typically it would really piss me off. But, it only took me a second to figure out what what this was, see it hit the street, then aim for it with my car to make sure it was completely destroyed. It was a box of chocolates.. a big, red, heart shaped, box of chocolates.

Not only was the action in itself awesome, but the instinctive reaction to smash it with my car, and the manical laughter that followed... then hearing myself say, "damn, that felt good... I'm sick... really sick. But, oh man that felt good."

I can only hope that the girl who flung it out the window (the driver, and very obviously on purpose), had that extra second to glance in her mirror and see me aim for it. I hope it give her the same extra special Valentine's thrill it gave me. Whoever you are, thanks, and happy Splat Day to you too.

Shoe Porn Friday?

I'm not religious, but if this works, I'll totally do it.
Happy Friday kids!



(ps. click on the cartoon to view it at full size... its much easier to read that way)

wuss.

I have much to say...

...and obviously, I don't have the moxy to say any of it. Heck, I don't even have the gumption to write any of it.

I think it. Sometimes I think it REALLY loudly. But, its just not the same.

Sometimes, I even have a glass of wine or two (*gasp*), and write it... then save it, and delete it the next day. Because, when I'm sober I talk myself out of things which otherwise make complete sense.

The problem is, it's starting to distract me... these words in my head, things which need to be expressed. I'm getting to the point where someone will be talking to me, and I don't even hear them because I'm so lost in my own little thought process. Then I feel guilty for not listening.

I know words have a way of taking their time, and coming out when they are ready. I think the big problem here is that the words are ready, but the rest of me is kinda chicken.