Thursday, August 24, 2006
The Winds of change...Like that nickel-breeze right there...
Hey. I'm okay.
I mean that. I'm fine. I was in the doldrums. A sort of wretched hive of scum and villainy. And cabbage. But that was then!
This is now!
How do I feel? Apprehensive.
Not in a 'I have a bad feeling about this' Han Solo staring for the first time at the Death-I'll blow your planet the fuck up-Star. But more of a looking at your cup and see the ripples in it coming rhythmically, as something very large stomps through the jungle towards you.
You're hoping for the Mr.I-Love-You-you-love-me Dinosaur.
But you're expecting the shit yourself while you try to run away and remember that stupid thing that they said about some dinos only seeing movement Meat grinder type.
Um...That's not much better is it?
I should be in a great mood. I should be happy that things are going well. But like Cassandra getting a getting a microcomputer up her bum for a colonoscopy, I'm having inner visions. What of? I don't even know. Maybe it's the not knowing that's got me so weirded out.
You know, rereading what I've written, it doesn't sound like I'm in any better mood than I was before does it? I am. I truly am. I think I need a makeout session with my pillow, my blankets, and some sweet sweet darkness. That might help. Oh. And a good lengthy prayer session. Nothing too serious, just me and J-Sizzle, shooting the shit, talking about our peeps, lamenting over the cardinals. Stuff like that. Sometimes you forget the simple stuff.
Anyways, It's Friday, and school is out! I hope you all have great weekends. I, on the other hand, am leaving work at noon to spend some quality time with the Wife. What sexy, sexy adventures we'll have, filled with cupcakes and paint and infrared heating coils, and...
um...I think I've said too much.
Have a great weekend.
(I hope to be THIS content, my paws on my proverbial globe, by the time I leave work. It's good to be the king...or at least, the giant lion gargoyle with the 'I just ate your best warriors and now I'm going to eat you' grin) Either way...
p.s. If you look REAL CLOSE at that Barney in the window, you'll notice he's not carrying flowers in his hand. HA!