I miss you incredibly. It arrives in waves, rising and falling with my mood or how much I am affected by the idiots around me. I dreamt about you - you were happy and strong, and I was glad that you were there.

This was last night. A few drinks, a ride home from the new impossible, and no possibles on the horizon, and this is where my mentality ended up. Moving right along.

* The following is a note to a friend whose blog I have been reading (not sure if she knows it or not.) Anywho, I tried to post a comment on her blog and, wonder of all wonders, damn thing was too long. So I'm putting it up here. I'm sure some will find this ironic, 'cause really it's what many of you people tell me! *

Sweetie! The fact that you are so hard on yourself is a good and a bad thing! Good in that you realize the personal obstacles you face, but bad in that you are beating the crap outta yourself. Stop it! You are learning life as it rides through everyday ups and downs - that's ok! Figure out what you want, don't want, need, don't need, what works, doesn't work, then understand that you will take one step forward and 5 million back before you get it right sometimes. I don't know what your state of mind is today - but you are sweet, intelligent, beautiful and funny, and you deserve to care for yourself as much as we do! If you ever want to chat, get my email from my monkey, 'k? Sorry for the novella.
P.S. Don't hate me for being all motivational speaker-esque.

Feeling a little deflated. A little like the excited balloon has been relieved of all of its air. Only there was absolutely no reason for the excited balloon to be inflated in the first place. I am definitely fighting the doldrums.

Thought of the day: You have trashy novels, and you have thought-searing literature. Then there's threads and kicks that will fall apart in three days because they are cheap, or the quality clothing that lasts forever. Moving on to slack-ass messengers of laziness, and those that will forever come behind them and carry their iron weight.

Ok now, discuss..

Catch Phrase is a fun game...who knew?
What a smart ten year old!
And guess what? MY FOOT STILL HURTS!

Ahem. I'm feeling very smart right now, nevermind that Jon (thanks, man!) practically drew me a picture to show me how to put my e-mail up (shhhh! Don't tell! I'm pretending to be computer savvy!) And there it is -------> Over there somewheres. So, let the feedback begin! G' night!

"You are not excused from social hour..."

I love you guys!

Oh, and I changed the blog a little. Trying to put my e-mail up there somewhere...a little help?

If I was you, I would hate being like everyone else. Ew.

Late night conversations with another Impossible.
I can't believe I really did that.
Hey, I ran nine miles, busta! Now my foot hurts.
Are ALL people really as awful as they seem?

Just catching y'all up on the week.

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So a few people other than family have been here now *bites inner lip in trepidation* It appears to be all of the good that it can be, and I am glad for the feedback. Thing about it is, (something that I have to work on) is that I come here to vent. Rant. Be vexed. Fuss. Contemplate. Mull over. Ya get the idea. I don't come here when I am in all kinds of a great mood. And I'm thinking that I should. Writing has always been my therapy. It is the tool that I use to plaster things back together inside my head. I'm thinking if I start recognizing the lighter side of me, I can lay off on the melancholy a little bit. Not too much now, I'm not trying to scare myself or anything...I feel that I am being redundant at the moment, and this motivates me to get to the point. From now on, in addition to (b/c I think the manner in which I transcribe my stuff is what makes me unique) the usual "hey world, go find a poker game and leave me alone" attitude, I'm gonna try to start relating some of the funny/bizarre/interesting/breathtaking/great cool wonderful things that happen to me.

And my foot STILL hurts.

I am a lover of fabulous conversations. Ones where neither party is complaining or smack talking or worrying or telling of a recent event, but where a higher level is achieved. Philosophical, if you will. Theoretical, too. Maybe a little bit with the opinions and ideas that are so unique to an individual. Deep breath, and...too the point, Kelly! I had one of those Sat. night. A good old conversation about God that actually made me think.

My attention is evading my control, so I'll be back to this later...oh boy.