the world is a place of wonder.

tonight i'm leaving on a jet plane for florida. that song is basically a pretty sad one. when you think about it, that is. i mean, if he is saying he will return with a wedding ring for the lady, then why does he also say that he doesn't know when he'll be back again? makes me wanna say 'typical'.. but for the fellas out there that do know what they want, i will refrain. because i have met a couple of these fellas.. the one's who know what they want. but i think i have met more that don't know. hell, i haven't known what i've wanted most my life, so i can point no fingers. knowing what you want is probably one of the hardest ventures of life.

but what i was really saying is that i'm leaving on a jet plane tonight for florida. did you know that the highest point in florida is only 300 feet above sea level? that is incredulous. being from colorado, i am pretty sure i would have to dig a hole in the earth a few thousand feet deep to reach a point that was 300 feet above sea level. florida reminds me of an old person. weird things grow there and it is basically falling off into the ocean. yea, i don't know how that correlates with an old person either.

today at lunch i was sitting outside listening to these french people talk. fox has been having screenings the past couple weeks and there have been people from all over the universe here to watch them. today the french people were in abundance. i could have listened to them forever, it was so beautiful. there were three ladies. one of them was smoking. i think french ladies look much sexier than american ladies when smoking. this is a fascinating mystery. then an older gentleman joined them and surprisingly began to dominate the conversation... 'oui. eehh.. le fluers de vie un grande maintenot aujourd oui, comci comca.. tout ca cest deconerie.' you know, stuff like that. i imagined they were talking about lovely things; like how the sky is blue and the air smells like the salt off the ocean. or maybe they were just talking about some screenings.

lately i've been thinking about how sometimes you just have to do simple, everyday things, in bizarre ways. for instance, i was going to push the button for the elevator the other day, and instead of just pushing it calmly with a fingertip, i decided to blast it with a punch. so i punched the button with a furry and got a little laugh out of it. then, when i sat down at my desk after the ride, i noticed that i had taken a chunk out of my knuckle from the punch i gave that button, and it was bleeding all down my finger. it was so awesome. i think tomorrow i'll eat with my left hand and see what happens. i am right handed. or maybe i'll walk backwards in the airport tonight, just to mix it up.

here's two lines i wrote in a poem the other day to duanes-where life dances among weeping willowsand swirls its hues in the most daring flighti like those lines. sometimes its a crazy thing to think about where things like that come from inside of you. maybe there is a part in your heart that transmits lovely, and then it travels up to your brain and out of your lips. how do you maintain the lovely? i wish i knew. but mostly i think it just comes from being alive... and acting like it.

i don't think i have much to say today. a lot of people have been checking out my blog lately. like last week it was over 150 people. where do these people come from? i bet its the same person just reading it over and over, so it makes it seem like a lot. either way, i guess that's pretty cool to know that people actually dig something i think up in my brain.

well, keep on living and keep on rocking. the world is a place of wonder. hahaha.. cheers.

i look good from far away.

it's true. only from far away. i've been looking pretty hideous these days. lack of sleep, rough luck, pre-menopausal hormone tendencies.. i mean, whaaat?! your guess is as good as mine. i'm thinking about never looking in a reflective surface again. at least for a good while. perhaps i'm my own worst critic. whatever the case, i've been having a couple months of the 'uglies'. i'm not even mad, really.

so, i was thinking that it might be really awesome if my eyes were like a mood ring and could change colors depending on my mood. i talked to duanes (hi duanes) about this and he agreed that it would be completely fantastic. i'm pretty glad about this idea, because usually my mood color with rings is green, and so i imagine that if my eyes were accurate, they would stay green the majority of the time. if i ever get laser eye correction, i am definately asking them if this is a possibility, and if they could just go ahead and add that procedure on top of the laser one.
the other day i got a parking ticket right as i was getting back to my car. all that stuff that people say about women being able to get out of tickets better than men, is a lie. either that, or my skillz have taken a drastic, and startling, plummet for the worse. that ass face. women are just people too, i guess. like men. i had always hoped that we women were a little bit magical. i'll still hedge my bets that we are. in the end, i made sure to thank him for doing his job. that's just the kind of person i am.

i had a dream the other night that timmy body slammed makena and then i body slammed his life for body slamming an infant. it was terrible. amidst the body slamming, there was a furrious wind storm going on. we never did find out if makena was okay after receiving such a slamming. way to go timmy.

as i always say, love and let love. until next time...

she left her lipstick on the lid.

there, in the trashcan. it had her kisses all over it. ruby red and warm. i wonder if she wore high heels, and a power suit. maybe a skirt. a power one. whoever it was, most ladies that wear that much lipstick wear suits of power. at least that is what i presume.
i wear flats. and never lipstick. except maybe once or twice for a special occasion. but even then, i did not enjoy it as that lid did. and i will most certainly never own a power suit. the only suit i will own is an awesome suit, if they even existed.

sauerkraut is a very unpleasant thing to eat. yesterday, i got a rueben sandwich and it was covered in sauerkraut. i forgot to ask the chef to leave it off. this is unfortunate, because even if i take it all off, my sandwich will still taste like the remnants of sauerkraut. gross.
i wonder if crossing your legs really does cause spider veins. if so, i may end up having some highly decorated ones. all day i sit here, switching back and forth. one leg on top of the other. after a while, they start to ache. i think i'll start working standing up. perhaps i'll throw in a couple laps around the office sporadically as well, just to keep the blood flowing. can't have spiders making their home in me.

my mom always taught me that a real woman must always 'have her lips on'. one time, on take your daughter to work day, my mom and sister and i spent the day removing wallpaper from the living room wall. but before we started, my mom made us put our lips on. she said that even if your at home by yourself doing woman things, you still have to put them on. she wore bright red. if you knew my mom, this color makes a lot of sense. my sister wore it too, for similar reasons. i wore dark maroon. i would have worn nothing, but with a bright red mom and a bright red sister i knew that wasn't possible. i suppose i might have worn a pale rose if it were available, but something that subtle just wasn't mom. she leaves her mark on most everything. bright red. bright red and loud.