Uh oh...I'm getting back into that "while I make my way home and I'm stuck with my own crazy thoughts, get ridiculously bent out of shape because the negativity flooding my brain" mode. I was good for that in the beginning of my summer. Crap. At least I didn't blog about it like I was planning to as I waited almost a half hour for my bus in the rain in the wee hours of the morning. That post as I had worked it out was gonna be a doozy. I need to take my own advice about honesty occasionally being too much. I would've been way out there in a way that would've made the other week's outpouring of crazy woman despair/self-loathing look like a picnic.
I'm getting swept up again in a way I shouldn't be. Ever hear that the definition of insanity is making the same mistakes over and over again and expecting different results? I'm such a slave to patterns even when I see red flags, feel that sinking feeling in my gut and tell myself not to do it because I should just know better already. Ah well.
Onto breezy subject matter, my cats crack me up. They have this patented mood that my mom calls the Fainting Goat. One walks up to you and you make indications to pet her. Then, she kinda tips over and then rolls to expose her belly, but in the most dramatic way possible. You know, like those goats that faint when they're scared to confuse attackers or something. It's hilarious. Even better is when they roll around together having cute-offs. "Pet me! She can't even roll for real because she's too fat!" "Pet me! I've got softer fur!" Crazy animals.
Posted by Candicissima at September 13, 2003 02:19 PM