Splash

When I'm driving in the rain, I make a point to drive through the puddles that are on the side of the road. Just so I can cause that big splash.

Wow

I went to a Friends house last night. I had fun. Wow, are those really my thoughts. She and I talked about so much. Things that we needed to talk about and things that we wanted to ask each other.
I spent yesterday at flea markets. It wa a beautiful day. It rained hard all day. Perfect. I found some good buys. I bought my Brother a lamp, got a CD, and a vintage postcard to send to someone on postcrossing.
BTW, if you dont know what Postcrossing is, you should so cheak it out. http://www.postcrossing.com/

Still Awake

Here I am sitting here, WIDE AWAKE. Why? Damn...I sound like an old person. I should be out on a Friday Night, not sitting here at the computer. This is what happens when you push people away. They are all out and here I sit. O well.
I'm gonna join a gym.
It has come to my attention that I have started to wear a black shirt every single day. Not the same one mind you, but a black one neverless. I have a closet full of different colored tops...but it seems that I would rather wear black.
My head is starting to hurt again. Had a migraine yesterday and had to leave work. I've been thinking, maybe I should start taking my mirgaine meds again. I'm not sure though. I'm already a walking zombie from the meds I'm already takin.
I have had "control" all week. Yesterday I tried and tried...but nothing. Why do I feel guilty, not for doing that, for not being able to get anything up. Crap! After thinking that I now want to get up, feed, and then rush to the bathroom. Even though I have never binged before. I'm so not right in the head.
So glad that its Saturday. Now if only it would rain. Then it would be perfect.
I'm thinking about going to some flea markets tomorrow. Who knows. I might just lay in bed all day and read.
Speaking of reading, I'm currently reading "Paint it Black" By Janet Fitch. Awesome book so far. She is the author of White Oleander...never read it though. Havent seen the movie either. Dont matter, cause I'd rather read it then watch it.
I'm freakin freezing. I have no idea why Husband thinks he has to keep it so freakin cold in here.
I'm going to bed. Gonna snuggle down under my heating blanket and read myself to sleep.

The Smoker, at the Last Trailer on the Right

Every Morning, when I leave for work, I stop at the stop sign. Which is beside the last trailer on my right. And every morning that woman stands there out on the concrete pad in front of her trailer. Smoking.
I've started to take notice of her each morning. I have no idea why.
The very first time I saw her, I wasn't sure if she was a she or a he. One day I decided instead of pretending I didn't see her, I looked over. She is a she. No bra.
So every morning I glance at her. Yep, same black pants, same gray t-shirt, no shoes, still no bra, and her bleach blonde hair with the really dark roots showing.
Sometime I get the urge to wave as I go past. You know the kind of wave where you just nod your head or you just lift your hand up for just a second. Sometimes I do this and sometimes not. For the life of me I cant figure out why I am disappointed when she doesn't respond.
Even though I don't give her any thought for the rest of the day. I always think of stuff while I'm sitting there at the stop sign. Does she work? Have any kids? Way isn't there ever a car there? Why does she always come out to smoke at the exact same time every morning? Why does she always have the same clothes on?
I pass through the stop sign and she fades from my mind until I see her the next morning. I will either decide to nod or wave or not, and I will continue to wait for a response.