crazy world.....

Once again I'm diverging from the travel-themed posts of the past and future of this blog.....mostly because right now, I have an overwhelming urge to write Something yet am presently too exhausted to trick my brain into stringing words together in any formation besides that in which they appear when they...well...appear.

See what I mean?

Exercise in Creativity [slash] Stream of Consciousness [slash] Other Clever Title to Describe the Following Words to Follow. Slash.

Wore a killer green dress to an awesome wedding. Felt like Hot Stuff because people kept complimenting the dress and I caught The Ex checking out The Cleavage. Tried to snuggle with The Ex and ended up not. Lack of Amorousness. Oh dear. Bottles of champagne opening. Champagne flowing. Taxi arriving. People piling in. Slumber party on floor. Empty bottle of champagne. Full cup of coffee. Conveniently-timed text message followed by fucking incredible Bloody Marys at the Rudder Room, followed by surprise fishing trip, followed by sunny sunny sunny day with alas no fish on the line, but that's okay because lots of Mackeral (really) are in the bait tank and apparently if you bite the head off one it won't kill you.

Eh hem.

Commercial Break. Cigarette Break. Sanity Break. Break in Sanity. Welcome to Reality. Hello, Reality. So nice to meet you. I think. Except for the part about this red burning skin. It hurts and itches and is making me feel like a Whiney Little Bitch. Is it peeling yet? The skin, that is. My skin, I think. I'm not sure about this Reality. What about Sanity? Anyone have a Cigarette? Commercials are over. Fuck. Oh yeah. Sunburnt Reality and Fish Juice.

Eh hem.

Wore a bra to work but took it off in the car because my skin was screaming at me. Compromises need to be made sometimes. Thank Karma for those band-aids in the first aid kit.

Rescued the BIGGEST teddy bear I have ever seen named him Mister Ball Face and brought him home to Rufus. Decided that Mister Ball Face makes me smile (if not laugh) on a regular basis whereas Kitchen Table has never done a damn thing besides provide a surface for stacking unpaid bills and require dusting every now and again. Thereby justified replacing Kitchen Table with Mister Ball Face. Considered for a moment whether a grown woman (who, Me? dammit where's that Commercial Break when you need it?) should rearrange her furniture to accommodate an impressively over-sized and second-hand stuffed animal that has definite potential for scaring off Potential Dance Partners.

Consideration Commercial. Still not sure about Mister Ball Face, but have arrived at a satisfactory conclusion.

Drum Roll.

Potential Dance Partner MUST be down with Mister Ball Face in order to even potentially qualify for Dance Card Consideration. It's not about Mister Ball Face, on a personal level. It's the Principle. Mister Ball Face will actually have a new home soon because every time I look at him I think about how much a kid - you know, one of those small humans who would never consider Kitchen Table versus Mister Ball Face because OF COURSE Mister Ball Face is the one and only - would be a better home for Mister Ball Face.

It's a matter of Principle because I refuse to be judged by Potential Dance Partner as severely as I judge myself. It's a matter of Principle because ONLY the true Potential Dance Partner wouldn't see the whole Mister Ball Face situation as ridiculous. It's a matter of Principle because I still feel undecided. And the Un part of the Decided part is all mine.

Eh hem.

Commercial break.