Metaphorically Speaking

I sleep on my side. I have all my life...I think. Sometimes I will start out on one side and lay there for awhile, and then get uncomfortable. I'll still stay there, maybe out of laziness or something...or maybe out of habit. Anyways, when I finally switch sides (which requires me moving the pillow that I have been spooning...and sometimes my dog) it's like instantaneous relief. It's like, "How was I ever comfortable on that side? That side wasn't right for me at all. This side is."

Well, back to watching Bush music videos on YouTube. My life rocks.

Plural

Sugar and Spice to Me

If I had a voice, I would be like T. Swift and call out all the assholes of my past. Then I'd make a greatest hits record and put the greatest of all the assholes on there. I'd have a tie for second place.

Today I found Ralph Lauren pillowcases made out of shirt material and buttons. They don't match my bedding. I bought them anyway.

My sister got me a wireless card. God bless her sweet soul.

I love making new friends. I'm sure some of them will become ex-friends, but I'll enjoy it while it lasts.

I turned your picture to the wall.

The Gatsby put on Continuum last night. And kept it on.

No Substitute for Time

Lately I have been a little off. Okay that's an understatement. I have been away from the planet. Somewhere near Mars. To put it plainly I have been living for the weekends. I beg my life to fast forward during the week, then plead for it to pause on Friday night. Call it a scapegoat, call it turning a blind eye. But I need a release. Maybe I should resort to yoga instead of Malibu. Nah.

My Sidekick went off the deep end and decided to commit suicide. I'm using my mom's flip phone...and even though I appreciate her letting me use it, it takes me 45 seconds to type 2 words. Can't. Stand. It.

Oh the emotions.
I still wish you'd fought me til' your dying day.

For You

A very old, dear friend of mine deleted his Facebook account. By doing this I am assuming he thinks he is cool. This is a blog to explain why he's not. And why Facebook is awesome. And why he's stupid.

1) What other sites allow you to join groups called "When I was your age Pluto was a planet", "I like watching people fall", and "If 100,000 people join, my wife will let me name our son Spiderman?"

2) You can see what your best friend and your worst enemies are doing at every single moment of every single day. Status updates are the key to being a good stalker.

3) You can click to become a fan of Where The Wild Things Are. Enough said. You left too soon. I joined for you. You're Welcome.

4) How do you expect to get up to the minute details about your upcoming high school reunion. You need to be in the know.

5) You can find old friends. And in your case, very old friends. As in age.

Come back. We need you.

Venti

A Barista at Starbucks gave me a free coffee yesterday because he overheard me say I was depressed. I wasn't even serious. Okay that's a lie. I was. But anyway, he made my coffee, didn't charge me, and said have a nice day. I have NEVER gotten anything free from Starbucks. And of course I've never expected it. The sad thing is that's probably the been the best part of my week. I love that guy.