I don't usually write contemplative blog posts.. or status updates, or tweets, or whatever the hell keeps the world in touch with me. Usually, my messages to the world are hilariously cynical with middle fingers-for-everyone, but tonight it just doesn't seem fitting. What was a normal mother-daughter outing turned into a "Okay, let's just stop by the store and go home where it's warm and we can sleep". On the way home from the store, a short detour took us to, surprisingly, huge fireworks. Now, let me clear this up. I live in a one horse, one buggy town. We're lucky to see fireworks in July, much less in October.
It seems to be the trend lately. Every now and then, I set aside the bold remarks and want something a little quieter. I see my ex with a new girl, and instead of tossing some comment like 'good lucky honey', I actually feel myself wishing them well. Except for that one ex. I really do feel it necessary to warn the new girl. No girl deserves that. Ahem.
It could be any number of things that have caught everything and turned it into a mushy pile of sentimental pudding. The loveliness of autumn, the slowness and regularity of the season.. (The calm before the storm, if you will). It could also be the fact that I don't have so much drama and worry spirally around me. My bills are getting paid, I'm getting plenty of hours at work.
But whatever it is, it needs to knock it off. Stuff's gettin' kinda boring around here.
Except for my dog trying to chase cars again. Little bastard has never chased cars before, and hell we lived about four feet infront of a road. Now that we're back in the valley, why the hell does he feel the need to chase every car that drives down the bumpy dirt road?! This makes no damn sense to me.
Oh,
and since it's getting cold outside.. I really miss my hair. Good god, one little breeze and the back of my neck is colder than the frozen tundra. This is just bullshit, honestly.
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