RandomAugust 22, 2008
I am totally depressed (well, not totally but you understand) that I am only supposed to wear white pants for the next week-and-a-half. Who makes up these rules? Can I flog her?
Why does summer have to end? Why, why, why?
And while I’m at it with the questioning, why can’t there be a Dishes Fairy that comes and cleans the kitchen while I sleep? It’s getting ridiculous. (And I’ve been eating a lot of Chinese take-out. Who the hell is creating all this work for me?! I am unhappy with this person.)
I really should live in a townhouse or someplace without a yard to manage.
I don’t like to cook as much as I thought I did (hence, the Chinese take-out). Cooking for others = fun. Cooking for self = pass.
Struts on cars should rejuvenate themselves each year. Like spring. Or spiders’ legs.
So should sustaining pedals that get knocked off of pianos by playful, careless 8-year-olds.
Everyone should know about pandora radio.
And have the “Dark Knight”‘s code of ethics.
Sabayon is incredible, especially when shared with someone who can pronounce it properly.
I heard a song today by Keri Noble titled “Ooh-Oh” and I can’t stop listening to it.
I’m convinced that some of us (if not all of us) have wild hearts and that they’re beautiful.
I got a call at work today from a woman who wanted to talk to me about “fortune cookie” advertising. I think it might be kismet.
Last week a lamp kept turning itself on. I think the gods were trying to tell me they were watching.
I now believe in true soulmates, even more strongly than before.
I think it’s funny how we spend so much time trying to figure things out when everything changes (or at least can change) in a heartbeat anyway.
Nothing beats good friends, good wine, good food, a good book, and people you love who love you back.
Kindness can not be overrated.
I watched a homeless man who was very dirty, ragged and forlorn-looking hitchhiking on the freeway yesterday and thought that he personified my soul. I felt connected to him in a way that made me realize how much we all need mercy, help, hope and love.
Earlier this week I watched the “Bucket List” and cried my eyes out at the end of it. I won’t spoil the ending, but if you haven’t seen it, you might think it worth a watch, especially if you need a good cry.
Yesterday, on Facebook, when they asked what I was doing, I initially wrote “Angela is hanging out waiting to die.” But then I felt like that was too morbid, so I erased it. I had another good cry last night, so I now feel better.
Bitch PhD was infinitely more interesting when I couldn’t google her.
On the other hand, a certain other person in my life became infinitely more precious when I could.
Life is beautiful.