Against the Wall...

Once again I am out of clever beans. Everyday stuff seems just that - everyday, mundane, cliché, and trite. Bird stories are only fascinating to bird people unless they are truly out of the ordinary. [I mean who wants to hear how the Twins clean my noseholes and chew off my small moles, crawl in my pants legs, and attack paper with a vengeance (they were much offended by the nudies of Britney on the cover of Bazaar)].

School is school - business law is much like science. Very strategic. The only interest is in the details and we're not actually litigating, just learning theory.

Personal is the struggle as usual. How do I fit in? How do I fit it in? (I wish) Do I need to fit in? Why won't my head fit in the oven?

Maybe I'll work up a rant. I must be coming to one. The other day I cried all the way to work. For no reason. Then I cried at home. For no apparent reason. Just weeping. Hot tears squeezing out against my will. Lip a-tremble with some unknown shame or insecurity. Sweaty with pent up angst and imagined derision.

Another light-hearted post from Yours Truly...

Travelling Nuts

This morning while munching on my nut mix, I accidentally dropped a cashew.... in the bib of my overalls. I still can't find that little sucker. Should make quite an impression as I stroll into the bank for a mortgage loan and a cashew casually pops out my trouser leg. I will pick it up, brush it off, and scold it heartily for being such a little miscreant nut. Then I'll munch it down right in front of the loan officer and everyone. Then they will know I mean business and they will approve my loan without an application or credit check.

The power of nuts!!!!!!

(Did that sound vaguely Jack Handey??????)

Like the movies,

that's how I want my love. Poignant, dramatic and a little less than 2 hours long. Ah, but seriously, methinks my love-life suffers from my unrealistic expectations about how it should unfold.

I think I think too much about things that are best left un-thunkened.

Throbbing... Pulsing...

Neck Vein! Standing in the middle of my small office, swearing vigorously and attempting to communicate my frustration to my minions, my step-brother seems to be rapt with my rant when suddenly he points out that I have an enormous throbbing neck vein that is jerking and jiving like a thousand Mexican jumping beans embedded under my skin. Then the other boys chime in that it's all they can look at - just like that little piece of glitter or hairy mole that someone has on his face. Dammit, Man! I'm trying to be in charge here and you are spectating the gyrations of my blugy vascularity.

Welcome to my life!