conspiracy feelings

I have been feeling incredibly antsy lately. I don't know if it's something the government is injecting into my chicken nuggets or maybe signals from outer space infecting my brain waves. It is affecting me for sure.
I am probably overthinking everything. NOT good! It's easier to think myself out of happiness than into it. It is the lack of adventure and bubonic chronic dissatisfaction. Our upcoming weekend trip to California could not happen at a better time. Hopefully, I will shift perspectives. I'm going to say yes to everything!

crack

I don't know if being a morning person is all that it is cracked up to be. Or maybe I just haven't seen the rewards from it yet. I'm probably just saying this because I am not a true morning person but only an imposter. Tennis is fun but it is not anymore fun at 7 AM.

parentheses and exclamation points

I love you!!! (really)

frank wheeler

For some reason the universe does not want me to see Revolutionary Road. Everytime I attempt to drive to Village Square (the only theatre playing the movie) I end up arriving incredibly late or it isn't playing. The movie looks like it will be depressing and reinforce how frightening of an institution I think marriage can be. So suck it, universe! I'm going to see it eventually WITH some boba in my sticky, little fingers and you will never trick me into matrimony!

scribbles

I have been carrying around this cute, little notebook in hopes that I would write down random thoughts or songs that I think are worth remembering. Usually I'll just scribble a few words without any context because I assume that I'll remember it. The notebook isn't anywhere near being full. Either I don't have a pen, am too lazy, or am under the influence (my laziest but also when I have the best thoughts.)
On one page there is a list that reads;
lollipop breaks
somali pirates
the concept of belts
secret slut bag

I only remember what I meant and where I was for two items listed. Since employees at my job are free to take cigarette breaks I believe I should be able to take as many fucking lollipop breaks as I want. And the secret slut bag is this vintage bag I bought that zips up into a shoulder purse and unzips into a tiny, weekend bag. Perfect for secret sluts! I can only guess that the concept of belts was written in anger because I am anti anything that keeps pants on.

Anyway, I'm happy about Kristina's blogging idea because now maybe I will use my notebook like I intended and I get to read about my pretty, funny, awesome friends' lives. YES!