Writer's Block

There are things in my mind that I need to express, but I can't seem to get them down on the screen. They are coherent thoughts, but between my brain and my fingertips they dissipate into incoherent ramblings. My english teacher once told me, "write nonsense, until it starts to make sense." Even that hasn't yielded anything.

(sigh) I'll try this again later.

Tired

The day after a trip is usually a tired one for me. However, it seems like my usual level of exhaustion has multiplied considerably. I have both cabin fever and the inability to get out of the bed....simultaneously.

Thoughts Of An Unrighteous Mind

1. I think my eyes are too small for my cheeks...Is that possible?
2. Why isn't there Hennessy flavored Pepsi...like Cherry-flavored coke?
3.Why is it that my eyes glaze over the roughness of my toes based on the amt. Of money in my acct?
4. I need to be a travel agent. I love to plan and by the time the trip comes around I don't even feel like going.
5. Do they even have travel agents anymore?
6. Valerie Pettiford is so underrated. Let me back up...Why did they cancel Half & Half?
7. Why will it cost me more to park my car @ the airport & check one bag roundtrip than I paid for the actual ticket?
8. Why is my alcohol tolerance dependent on my location?
9. Why is it that I haven't seen my friends since graduation(2004) but I don't feel like we have much to get caught up on because we chat every day on AIM?
10. Why do I lose everything that I place in my bag....regardless of the size/depth of the bag or the actual object?
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ATL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So if "saying what you mean to say" is the name of the game and one should "name it and claim it," I'm continuing with the mantra that Sweets and I will be living in ATL sooner than later. We are so over PB county. In the meantime its time to get ready for a return trip.

Oh yea....right now....Bday Dinner is Sat night @ Strip....other details to follow later. Get ready!

Speak!

My dad called me the other day and randomly said, "I'm really proud of you." I thought he was joking. It wasn't until I got off the phone with him that I realized that wasn't the set up for a joke or an ill-timed punchline. I suppose that talking to my brother and realizing that he had some bridges to mend with his children, he decided to say the thing that he had been thinking but never actually said.

Made me think of one of my favorite songs. Seriously, I hate being vulnerable--to a fault. I don't know how Sweets puts up with it. I am learning, however, that if something/someone is important to me then I need to get out of my own way and own those feelings. Mr. Mayer thanks for another gem.

Take all of your wasted honor
Every little past frustration
Take all of your so-called problems,
Better put 'em in quotations

Say what you need to say [x8]

Walking like a one man army
Fighting with the shadows in your head
Living out the same old moment
Knowing you'd be better off instead,
If you could only ...

Say what you need to say [x8]

Have no fear for giving in
Have no fear for giving over
You'd better know that in the end
Its better to say too much
Then never say what you need to say again

Even if your hands are shaking
And your faith is broken
Even as the eyes are closing
Do it with a heart wide open

Say what you need to say [x24]

Breakup Joy

Time will bring the real end of our trial
One day they'll be no remnants
No trace, no residual feelings within ya
One day you won't remember me
******************
If I can't have you, let love set you free
To fly your pretty wings around
Pretty wings, your pretty wings
Your pretty wings around

Every time I hear Maxwell's "Pretty Wings" I think of how much better my life has been with all of the relationships that DIDN'T work out. Oh...the heartbreak, disappointment, hurt were a b*tch to overcome, but ultimately the only reason I'm as happy as I am today, is because whatever I THOUGHT was best for me, wasn't. So for once, I'm happy to have been wrong. I also hope that anyone that I ever thought was my "Mr. Right" is finding the same amount of peace that I've found.

I'm so glad that I'm not the master planner in my life.....who knows where I would be right now.

Rise and Shine...maybe just sparkle

When you wake up and go to the 8am service you are unsympathetically chipper at 10am on a Sunday morning. Without a definite activity to do at 10am, you are THAT person. The one that is a little too excited first thing in the morning. The one who needs to cut their caffeine consumption and replace it with a weed brownie on a daily basis. Yes folks, this morning I am that person. I've already gone through my messages and returned the calls that I never got to all week. The result is that everyone is either in the 10am (read: normal people) service or they are sound asleep. I checked Google Reader...umm the celeb bloggers aren't even batting an eyelash about last night's debauchery until noon. I've checked in with Sweets, but as it's his bday his night last night was colorful and I don't think he's even thinking vertically yet.

Nevertheless I am fully dressed, full of pep, and ready to rule the world. Now if only I could find a world that needed ruling.

(sigh) I guess I'll defer to the popular Sunday morning sentiment and turn my Shine down to a moderate sparkle....at least until noon.