It was fun while it lasted. Spectacular fun.
Welcome to “watch me fall apart Fall!”
Jefferson Starship, Miracles
I had no idea they did this song. Heard it on the radio on the way to church. It’s perfect for a Sunday, right? Prayers and miracles and such.
Also totally inappropriate.
Just like me!
Queen, You’re My Best Friend
BFF E gets back from a forever (a few loooong days really) vacation tonight. I will have someone to talk to, someone I actually enjoy talking to. Someone to explore the boring minutiae of my life with. Someone I can to complain to about boring conversations. Someone I can examine my life with, “look at your life, look at your choices.” Someone who loves summer of the raging id.
Aside from all of you but you know, it’s hard to type out everything little thing that crosses my busy little mind. Especially on my phone.
Praying that no one notices I wore this dress last Sunday? But it’s so comfy I can’t resist wearing it again. I almost wore it last night to take myself to the movie but I didn’t want me to think I was trying to hard. I mean, it’s casual and all but I didn’t want me to get the wrong idea. I was a great date! I think we’re going to like each other, me and myself.
Prayers for everyone, especially you and you and you and you.
Two works of art inspired me to misbehave so badly that it really upended my personal life (i.e. I was a hussy and got caught). D.H. Lawrence’s Women in Love, and the Replacements, I Will Dare. The latter had fewer repercussions and was a helluva lot more fun, but then I was older, and had learned to cover my tracks. Anyway! Here’s to summer and hormones!!!
I think everyone in my quiet little midwestern city has decided that traffic laws DO NOT APPLY TO THEM. Are stop signs optional now? Did they change that to yield? Because every time I’m driving one of our major-ish thoroughfares some yahoo at a small cross street decides to pull up to a stop sign, look directly at my vehicle (all but looking me in the eye!) and roll right into my lane. This would be somewhat okay, I suppose, if these people actually sped up. But no, they drop down BELOW the speed limit causing me to slam on my brakes. Seriously, WTF? WHY would anyone do that? WHY?
Twice in the past two days I’ve almost been hit head on in my neighborhood by someone texting or fiddling on their phone. Twice. Then there are the people who are going 20 in a 40 MPH zone and when I pass them they’re busy texting. Or the seniors who consistently drive 5-10 miles below the speed limit. I could go on. And on. And on.
I need to move to New York City so I can take public transportation and/or walk everywhere. For that move I’d need to hit the lottery. Maybe a xanax air freshener? Something I could dangle from my rear view mirror that emits soothing and calming drugs? OR! I need that manny to chauffeur the cubs and me everywhere. But he’d have to be an excellent driver and that excellence would have to be judged by me as I’m a bit of a control freak behind the wheel and cannot stand to let anyone else drive if I think they suck at it.
I should become a police officer just to chase down these scofflaws who blatantly ignore traffic laws. If I could JAIL people for lack of common sense I would do that as well.
Really I just need to calm down before I give myself some sort of stress-related illness. I get in the car and light the “Fasten Your Seat Belt” sign, announce myself as Captain Pissy Pants and start the pretty much non-stop string of expletives while beating the steering wheel and gesticulating wildly.
Driving brings out the “raging” part of summer of the raging id. Need to take a deep breath and calm down. Calm.
Oh, cub 2 looks like he has the devil in him!
God thing I dropped him off at vacation bible school.
Prayers for good health and birthdays and new jobs and dealing with current jobs.
Prayers for everyone! Looks like we’re all gonna need them.