I have an overwhelming urge to go buy a jigsaw puzzle.
It’s something about those perfect little fits, and how one piece that looks as though – yes – it will be exactly the piece you need winds up having nothing to do with the space you have to fill while the correct one has been resting exactly three and one quarter inches from your right foot the entire time because you dropped it when you first opened the box.
Something about that. Something about how i keep looking for the pieces that fit into parts of my life, but some of the holes seem to be getting plugged up almost by mistake.
It would be nice if the puzzle was pretty, too.
thoughts
Harmony can bite my fucking ass. And i want some ice cream, damnit.
Is there a reason that three different phone companies just called attempting to get me to switch my service within a single hour? Does it have something to do with today being Tax Day and everyone wanting to save a few bucks? I have no idea. Meanwhile, me performing Extreme’s “More Than Words” with any amount of vocal accuracy is about as likely as my getting signed on the strength of my stripped down cover of “Walk Like An Egyptian” — which is to say that i can’t hit the melody or even find the harmony on the former (and have yet to figure out the chords to the latter).
My god, life moves so slowly sometimes.
Dinner, dancing, wine & strawberries … except for the bit that was like the twilight zone i seem to be actually enjoying myself
Friends are neat.
When was it, exactly, that i decided to replace red meat as a major food group with ice cream?