Oh hai. Here I am, once again in the throes of a “just don’t give a shit” kind of mood.
(As an aside, I see more idiots spell the word “throws” than “throes” which only tells me they don’t read. It makes me want to cry.)
But I digress.
Yes, yes I do digress. Oh lord how I digress.
Here are some things I care about:
1. David Cook
2. “teh woo-woo”
3. how fat I’m getting on a daily basis
4. the tomato plants in my garden
5. my godson and his brother
6. the relative health (or lack thereof) my pets
7. Duty (yes, he’s listed after Cookie but don’t take that to mean
Here’s what I don’t care about:
Pretty much everything else
Subject to change, of course.
But for now, I’m having trouble rallying up anything to get excited about.
Might these be my very own “dog days of summer”? I wonder if working with very rich people who take mega vacations every five seconds is part of it.
Thing is, there’s not one thing I want that I don’t have or can’t get, generally speaking. I live a blessed life and I so appreciate that even though it sounds like I don’t.
I’m not even a materialistic kind of chick. Give me an iPad and wireless and I’m quite content.
So, what is it I really want. (whispers: FREEDOM)
I feel trapped again and I’ve done it to myself. I gave up.
(Crawls back into hole)