Sunday, June 29, 2008

the pull

Most people think that gravity just works to pull us down, pull us back to the earth. What I don't think most people realize is this same gravity pulls us toward people. And it pulls us fast. I am flying towards people and it scares the crap outta me. And there is nothing I can do about it. It just drives me insane that I don't know why these particular people are pulling me in. I have to accept the fact that at this point I HAVE to just stop thinking and enjoy the ride.

why i'm a lush - reason #7

I went to an art event downtown today and the piece of art I bought has a beer glass on it and says, "It's 5:00 somewhere."

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

i've lost the passion

Most days I think that I am ok. I think what I'm doing is what I'm supposed to be doing, that what I'm doing means something. Then I watch this dance show, this dance show that my friend thinks is ridiculous, this dance show that I relate to...and I realize I'm not okay because most days I feel NOTHING. I watch this show and watch these dancers perform, watch these dancers feel, watch these dancers live and breathe and I realize I am falling flat. I don't feel that. I don't feel half of that on any given day...okay, maybe on some days. I'm okay on the days I get out of my head and stop thinking, the days I am completely misbehaving. But why is it that we are taught that we shouldn't feel that way all the time? We should feel that way ALL the time no matter what we are doing. I guess this is why i run, this is why i write, this is why i dance at 2 in the morning by myself, why i scream out back under the moon, why i look to the boy to hold me up, why i look for something to take my breath away.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

the life of the pretentious

I've decided that all hummer drivers should have to live in their cars. Those things are absolutely ridiculous.

wishful thinking

I'm proud of myself this morning. I get up on time, leave the house on time and expect to get to work a little early. Yea...I don't think I'm meant to get to work on time anymore (thanks B for passing that on to me). Apparently they are doing construction they were not doing yesterday. How I am supposed to know to leave early if they don't tell me about the new construction is beyond me.

So at this point I'm driving...okay creeping...along behind this biker. A real biker...not one of those RUBs (rich urban bikers). He is looking frustrated, switching lanes and and trying to see around cars. Before I know it he hops onto the shoulder and takes off. I think "damn what an does he figure he can do that just because he is on a motorcycle."

Then, about a half mile ahead we pass under a bridge and there he is. He rode up under this bridge, parked his bike, got out a beverage and lit a cigarette. He was waving at us as us office drones passed by and damn how I wished I was him.