Cross-eyed Tits

Yesterday I wasn't in the best mood, so I stayed away from mostly everyone. Didn't even work on the new novel because I didn't want it to be any darker than it might become.

Went home... had to deal with William's homework. I wasn't in the mood for division or fractions but with the help of divide 'addition'...I mean intervention, we got through it.

Got online late and did some surveys for a survey site I joined years ago... sent a few emails out, visited my space, etc..

then I went into my bedroom and decided to clean out the drawers of my night stand. Found an old photo of myself from ten years ago...and realized that I still look the same and... being 45 has nothing on me...lol...

I also found some folders with old stories from before the internet...when I wrote things out in long hand and kept them just for myself. I decided to wait until I was bored to read them... even though I wanted to read them right then. But looking at the clock, I realized that 2 am wasn't the time.

Lately, some things that are beyond my control have been affecting me. I realize that the people I love will do their own thing, even if it's not the best thing for them. They will follow their hearts, even if it's the wrong choice. And later down the line, when the choices bit them in the ass, no matter how much I want to say 'I told you so,' I can't. All it does is harbor resentment. But what kills me the most is the 'poor pitiful me' attitude that's taken. I don't want to be around that type of attitude.

But sometimes you can't escape it, even if you want to run away to a deserted island or mountain.

I guess that's part of my funk.... that and the fact another year has gone by and I still haven't had sex with Johnny Depp.

:))

This morning I stopped and got some gas... I am wearing a black cashmere sweater that clings to my form. I gave the guy my money and stood waiting for my change. Usually I make small talk but not today. He turned from the cash register with my ten bucks-a five and five ones. I put my hand out and he couldn't seem to count back. He kept messing up and also, kept missing my hand. I noticed he was staring at my chest. So I snuck a peep and there were my nipples...one was looking up at him and the other was focused on the counter--both hard as nails because it was cool in the store. I blushed, closed my hand around the money and said, "I believe it's right. Thanks. Have a good day."

I took off to the truck, jumped in and started laughing. When I got dressed this morning, I tossed on my clothes, slammed a little make-up on, brushed my teeth, grabbed an orange and a banana and ran out the door. Seems I forgot rule #103: Always check the position of your nipples after putting on a bra.

So I fixed that problem when I got to the studio. It's so amusing how something as simple as an embarrassing encounter can make you think how it's okay not to take yourself, others and life in general too seriously.