Thursday, September 3, 2009

first the worst...second the best...

I don’t know what a real blog entry looks like. I hope it doesn’t have Frankenstein bangs. That would scare me just a bit too much. It’s not a chore typing this up, but I never know WHAT to say.

My car still has an odd rough idle. I promise you some guy in the next lane of traffic was laughing hysterically at me. I don’t know if it was my music choice or the constant body shaking, but I had to give him a thumbs up.

I keep having romantic comedy dreams. I find myself in romantically crazy dream situations, and I do the movie thing. Who ever does the movie thing? I need to find this gentleman and propose. Propose what? We could draft up a love constitution in which I am totally dressing up as colonial times. Lately, I’ve been a little nervous. It just seems like everyone I know is getting engaged, married, or having children.
It’s strange. Or maybe I just think it’s strange? Maybe it’s really not. It could be the universe’s hint to tell me to get on with life and do what I need to do in order to be happy.
Shit just got real.

Gonna start climbing this invisible rope ladder with a knife in mouth. I deserve everything I desire.