morie

My cats are chasing themselves around to the point where three of the four tails are fluffy. Elsie is sitting on my back right now (I'm laying on my stomach as I type this) watching the hell unfold. Gary just ran up the wall and over the window.

I've had a very bad day for my brain. This morning I had a mini melt down while driving and I cried. Lots. Part of me feels like I haven't cried in years; which for the most part is pretty accurate. I sealed a lot of that off a long time ago, but for some reason today of all days was the day the flood gates opened. All because I couldn't get what I wanted for breakfast...imagine if I'd had a family tragedy. When I get something planned in my head and then things don't work out that way my brain meats get flustered and it takes a while for me to recover. It doesn't help when your dating a crackerjack of a Virgo who gets impatient when you can't answer right away. I'm not saying *he* made me cry, but he didn't help to make me stop.

I feel like I waste a lot of my life waiting. Especially these days; for something to happen, for someone to come, for something to do. I'm sick of waiting. And I'm sick of the dude that keeps driving up and down my street with the base on full load.

On the plus side of the day, Iron Man was amazing. This summer is going to rock my world for movies. Speaking of which, has anyone seen Hard Candy? Absolutely brilliant.