Maybe I'm Looking For It
Does anyone else find that their Flist sometimes goes entirely in the same direction of mood even though they are not friends with each other? I've noticed it every day for the past week. Happy, sad, bitchy, crazy, depressed, angry, tired.
I don't think I'm projecting. :-)
Anyway, I don't have a lot to say and now I feel pressure because my friend Lorelei uses my blog as a reward for her crazy ass commuting to finish her degree.
The truth is that I am beat. I am not meant to do house projects of any kind. I am the least visually creative person I know. These are all statements of fact.
And it seems as though the world is just a little bit meaner these days...everything has an edge to it, every good seems to have a "but" and I'm reading a fiction book about tarot cards which is just not mindless enough. I'm going to the library today and I'm thinking about picking up a formulaic mystery for this weekend. I need to remember how to read before I launch into some excellent recommendations from dreamwriter55 .
She also sent me a group called "Too Many Sisters" that I am enjoying. And yesterday, another friend gave me a Cake mix and Elvis Perkins, both of whom are worth listening to.
I'm getting Carrie her anniversary present in about 3 minutes. I'm very excited. Five years. I'm supposed to get her something wooden or silverware according to Wiki but if you have to wait until your 5 year anniversary to get silverware, what the hell? I'm excited for our ten year so I can get her something aluminum! Live it up!! Here's some Reynold's wrap!!!
There is a slight chance I'm descending into crazy.
Oh, and I cannot beat Ted Nugent on Guitar Hero which makes me feel like a failed liberal in addition to sucking at guitar.
Three minutes are up. Off to shop and counsel and be professional. I'd rather be a monkey.
Adios.