Friends Who Want To Die.

To all those friends and/or random people I know who feel they need to die:

1. You do NOT need to die. Trust me. I've felt the same way at several points in time. Yesterday afternoon while I was driving being a case in point.

2. You are not a waste of space. In the least. You have made a contribution to the world, whether it's a masterpiece, or having over a hundred followers on YouTube, or even just giving a sixteen-year-old girl a new insight into the world of music. And that's only what you've done for me. There are six BILLION other people on this planet. You've made at least some of their lives better. Wastes of space don't make life better; therefore, since you have improved people's lives, you are not a waste of space.

Give life another shot, keep your chin up, and don't forget that you have people who would cry really hard if anything happened.

Who Am I Kidding?

If he wanted to be here, he would be. If he had any inclination at all toward fulfilling his duties, maybe I could forgive him. But no. He has no custody and even less responsibility.

I mean, I'm carrying the guy's genes. You'd think he could give a crap.

Sometimes my eyes can't roll back far enough.

No, Mom, I do not want to ask your husband to cut this little stick for my latest cross-stitch project in half for me. Nor do I want to ask him to show me how to change the oil in my car.

That's what children's scissors and guy friends are for.

(P.S. - Would anybody be interested in a very cheesy cross-stitch banner? I've finished at least three of the things in the last two days.)

Any Day Now

Sitting in the darkness
Listening to music of the living just beyond that wall.
We yearn to break out,
Rejoin the people who have no idea how lost we are.
Maybe a cement mixer would work.

Only Slightly.

Let me say this first: Valentine's Day confuses, confounds, and frustrates me. I have yet to spend one with a significant other. Once I secure a significant other, I am sure it will be a lovely day.

And yet, for the first time in several years, I am looking forward to the day, because I will see a young man who gives my stomach the kind of feeling too much soda gives the rest of my body. And I will ask his mother if I may invite him to the social event of a teenager's spring. Why? Because I am slightly frightened of his mother.

For anyone wondering, he's #2 in "On Boys".

Hello Hello

I'm really enjoying being friends with a guy without hormones getting in the way.

Just thought I'd throw that out there.