I want a plane boat!... and your looOOooOOOVVEEE!!
Considering I'm due to hop my manic happy little ass onto a plane within the next two weeks or so, this picture or article didn't ease that minor panic any. I love flying, I always have, but I also always get a little overly paranoid... I guess that's just normal. The whole possibility of that little helpless feeling occurring while stuck in a metal tube, sailing through open air at anywhere from 1,000 ft up to around 35,000 ft is just nearly more than I can take. But my uncle Ray was a fighter pilot, and I'm just sitting and reading (without anyone attempting to shoot me down either), and if he could take that, I can surely do this. However, I also think if I was at the controls, I'd feel a little bit better. Wait... no I wouldn't, who am I kidding? I'm just very thankful now for being over the age of 21 when I fly. Jack & Cokes are fantastic for nerves on my excursions. Who cares if by the time I land I come off stumbling and tripping over myself, while loudly shouting, "Oh, THANK GOD! I'M ALIVE!" And by that small chance something does goes wrong? Oh, the hell with it... might as well go down wasted, screaming, "WEEEE!!!"
On a brief note, went to the gym today. Want to die. Running is a bitch. And I need to stop smoking. Oh, and it's currently 8 degrees, and I have no clue what the windchill is, but whatever it is, I feel it's cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey.
Okay, since I'm tired and feeling lazy... and slightly lacking in the "forming coherent sentences" department (wait, that's a department?), I'm gonna hop off. And give Willy a bath. Because he smells. Oh, and Grissom leaves CSI tonight... :( Boo. Sara's gone, Warrick's dead, and Grissom leaves. Who's that leave? Catherine, Nick & Brass?? Oh, and maybe that one kid... Greg? Hell, I don't even know if he's still there or not... anyway, the point is I hate when my favorite shows bring new people in. Makes me not like them as much anymore... because I feel like we all had this little club going. And it was "THESE MEMBERS ONLY" and then I wanna yell, "WHO THE HELL'S THIS BITCH?! SURE, NOW YOU COME IN! NOW WHEN WE'RE SUCCESSFUL! WHERE WERE YOU WHEN WE WERE JUST STARTING OUT?!" I get used to things being a certain way and resent change, damn it!!
...Second thought, I think anger management might be in order... this is getting out of hand. Oh well, I know anytime I feel depressed/sad/angry, I like to turn on this little gem from the 80s below and laugh it all out. SING IT WITH ME!
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One year later -- And on a brief side note, because I luffed him so, RIP Heath.