Nothing Makes Any Sense

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The Ladies' Section


I shall be ending each paragraph of this blog with a one word sentence. It will serve as a palate cleanser since this is the most disjointed blog I ever writ. Word.


As I write this a pill that makes me sleepy is coming to get me, so forgive me if it goes astray. I feel crummy today. There aren't enough hours and I don't have enough energy. Today was a waste. It was one of those days where at four-ish I realized that I was going to do nothing productive and wished I could just fast forward to tomorrow. Wah.


I had my ten year high school reunion this past weekend. It was really fun and a pretty good cross-section of those kids. I liked hanging with old friends and catching up with acquaintances. I especially liked talking to all the shy kids who ended up coming out of their shell as they grew up and are the witty and charming people I suspected they always were. In the end I felt like I recovered some old friends and made some new ones. Yay.


So I am feeling restless lately. Every once in a while the flighty Heidi resurfaces and tries to get me to fly away. Back in high school when stuff would get bad I would run away. It always seemed like a great idea at the time, but the fact is that no girl wants to keep a teenage runaway girl, but all the boys sure do want to. I ended up running right into a brick wall of more (worse?) trouble every time. I sure do have an awful story about that for you someday when the statute of limitations is up. Yikes.


I need to play music again. My guitars are lonesome. I need to take a music composition class and learn how to write music. Maybe I need to just start taking classes at NOVA again. I don't know. Maybe I am just restless. Rock!


I just joined the year 2000 and started posting to Craig's List. Wow, that sure does work like magic! I left some crap in my mailbox and someone replaced it with 11 dollars in cash. I didn't even have to speak to the chick! I just hermitted in my house and didn't even have to make small talk or deal with shipping crap like I have to on Ebay! Cha-ching!


Christmas stresses me out and I used to love it. Humbug!


Sometimes it's lonely even in a house full of people. Sigh.


Actually looking back on this blog I think that you may be able to get the gist of it just by reading the one word blurbs at the end of each paragraph.



The Mens' Section


Word.
Wah.
Yay.
Yikes.
Rock!
Cha-Ching!
Humbug!
Sigh.


Yup, Yeah, that pretty much sums it up right there. Man, why I gotsta be so verbose? Maybe I should do this in the future on all my blogs for those of you with Aspergers Syndrome, ADHD, or maybe you are short on time, or suffering from an affliction called Having-A-Penis which means that you have the attention span of a chihuahua. Or maybe all of the above (Jamie?). I must do it now - retroactively. CHINGA!

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