Game Changer

So today got off to a really bad start. I spent all night tossing and turning. I had nightmares. And not stupid ones where its scary but you know its not real. Last night I was reliving some of the most awful moments in my life, one after another, all night long. Not good if you want some sleep.

When I got up for work this morning I found a flat tire on my truck. Twenty minutes before I had to be at work. And it was raining. So I had to get a ride with my mom. Yay.

Work sucked. More than usual. I'm not a cryer and I spent most of the morning on the verge of tears. Plus, I'm used to being able to have a cigarette when I'm stressed or upset. No smoking in public anymore. Boo. Anna had to get a ride to me, and thankfully one of our friends took us home.

That's the short version of my morning.

Then I got home and the game changed. The girls talked about it. I can go back to school. This fall. Two short months away. I'm so excited I want to cry. I did the happy dance around the living room, texted my two best friends, did another happy dance, and made plans to go up to the local community college this Tuesday when I'm off. I'm so excited.

True, its CC and not Local State U, but its a start. If I can get my associates, then I can go back to State U and fix my mistakes. And I'll be in school. That's the important thing.

I really dont have anything else to say. I just wanted to telll you all that.

Oh, and also, if you are following me...I can't see my follows due to some glitch in my computer. If you would post a comment for me, so I can see you, that would be awesome. Also, if you want, I'll add you to my blogroll, so I can find and read you. But only if you want me to.

Have a great day friends. I'm off to get ready for my first night training as a manager at Casa Bueno.

AGxx

I Want to Let It Go and Go For It

This is a picture of me, earlier in the week. Its also a picture of me at my most relaxed this week. Hooray for pool time.

This week has been absolutely exhausting. Seriously. I don't think I've been this tired in a long time. I was tired enough this afternoon that when the girls went out to go play around town i stayed home, pleading a nap. I was actually so tired I couldn't sleep. It seemed like every time I closed my eyes there were a million thoughts running through my head. None of them were relaxing.

I am immensly grateful that Sakura had us over to go swimming this week because I think I might have lost my mind if I hadn't. Work has been stressful. I was training all week. We have three new servers at Casa Bueno, and I'm one of the few trainers, so I had the immense pleasure of working with two of them almost every day. I think I've mentioned before, I don't really care for strangers, so having a stranger follow me around all day, and me having to talk to them and make a personal connection is more than a little taxing. Monday I was training a new guy, and I honestly didn't think he liked me all that much. He was pretty quiet, and trying to get information out of him was like trying to get through an airport in a suit made of razor blades. I had him again Friday night, and honestly, once he came out of his shell, he was great. I actually like him.

Wednesday I got to train our new sweet girl. She was helpful and nice and kind. The problem was, we were busy. Really busy. Trainees slow you down no matter how competent and awesome they are. To add stress to an already tense situation, our reigonal manager (who also happens to be the VP of our entire corporation) was visiting, and sitting right next to my incredibly full section, watching me get my ass kicked and try to teach this poor girl something at the same time. I was relatively vindicated that he told me afterwards I was a great trainer, and then went and bragged on me to my boss. I needed the ego boost.

I picked up a shift Thursday night so I could have a chance to make some money without a trainee attached to my hip. It was a relatively good night. Except I pissed off our hostess. She never says much to me, and to be honest, out of all of them I like her the least. She asked to bum a cigarette from me. I told her no, I wouldn't give her one, because she's sixteen. She asked me what my point was. I rolled my eyes and walked off. If she didn't like me before, she sure as hell doesn't like me now.

I worked a double yesterday. In the morning I was sans trainee, so I had a decent day. We were busy, I had a good time. I also happened to have a good friend texting me, and it kept me in a plesant mood. Well, it did when I had the chance to sneak off and check my phone. I trained again last night. It was fine, we weren't busy anyway. To tell the truth, I don't think he learned much, we spent a lot of the evening just chatting.

Today I woke up in a hurry because Oscelot had to run to the bank before we hit work, and its the hardest day of the week to open the store. We worked hard, my customers were...well, I could have liked them better. The new local smoking ban also started today, so no smoking on the clock. This sucked. Other resturants, including Kitten's Happy Waffle, let people sneak outside to smoke. Nope, we just don't get to anymore. By two thirty I was itching. Hopefully I will get over it, and learn to cut back. Hopefully. But its over, and tomorrow is a new day. I also get to go back to work tomorrow night and begin manager training. I'm pretty happy about that.

Thursday morning before I went into work we went out of town with Kitten's mom to go see a local tourist attraction. It was about an hour drive, but we had a good time. We went and saw this stage show featuring housepets that do tricks. It was pretty cool. The cats did all sorts of things I now want mine to do (fat chance) and were completely adorable. They also had a bunch of birds that did fun stuff like ride bicycles, play basketball, you know...cheezy stuff that's fun to watch. I like birds, so it was neat to see them up close anyway. I really enjoyed it. We also stopped off at my favorite restaurant in the downtown and had lunch. I ate until I was literally sick to my stomach. So, totally worth the trip.

I've also worked on my new novel twice this last week. While I am not making a ton of progress, the fact that I've worked on it at all is good. I'm struggling through the hard parts now. I would be avoiding it with my typical flair if it weren't for my favorite genre writer, Laurel K Hamilton. She released her 20th book in the Anita Blake series last week and got to do a guest blog on the Borders website in honor of it. One day she was talking about the blank page and leaping head first into your manuscript, trusting that you and your characters will catch you. I had to make the decision that I trust myself, and the people I am writing, enough to make mistakes that can be fixed later. I have to trust my betas and my friends to point out where I go wrong, once I finally get it finished. The thing is, if I don't finish...I'll never know. I've got to get back on the horse.

So this week I've been facing my big fear in writing-human emotion. Sometimes I feel like I have a complete and total disconnect to the way people really think and feel. To me its important that not only the writing be organic, but the emotion be natural too. So I've sat and dreaded what I'm about to do to my characters, and I've contemplated how they feel and how they will react. I've written a little, and I've thought a lot. Now I have to dive in, completely let go, and trust that I can capture the feeling on the page. It takes a lot of faith in yourself to do that. I think I can. No- I know I can. Even if I have to work at it.

I know where my story is going. I know where my characters end up. I know what they are thinkign and how. Now all I have to do is get it on the paper. With so few chapters left, I think if I really push myself, I could be done by the end of June or early July, which gives me time this summer to tear it to shreds and rewrite it a few times. If I work at it. Someone is going to have to keep after me. But if I have someone there to do it for me, and I can find the will inside myself, I think I can have this thing polished and ready to go by the end of the year. That's the goal anyway.

Speaking of goals, Oscelot and I were talking when we went skating this week, and I think there's a possibility of me hitting the books, just a little, in a year or so. I could at least take a few classes, get back in the swing, and start working again. I would love it. I have so many friends that are getting close to their degrees, and they talk about how sick of school they are and all I can think is how jealous I am. I've been really contemplating it- how far I want to go, what I will do for money that isn't writing books, what job I could get and what jobs I might want. I've been working on the ideas for masers and doctoral papers, what I would want to discuss, what I would want to specialize in. Its exciting. Its a beautiful thought, that this dream might actually happen for me. Of course, thinking about it means I worry about it, so I try to only daydream it from time to time.

There are possibilities now, though, that weren't there a few days ago. It makes me really happy.

I'm exhausted. Its time for me to sleep. I wanted to tell you all about how we gave our cats their summer bath tonight, but I'll have to save it for another day.

Here's to living the dream (and for once, I'm not being sarcastic) This coming week, take a moment, think about what you really, really want. If its within reach, if you can work for it, go for it. Take those first steps. And if I can, as your blogger pal, do anything to encourage you or help you, tell me. Some of you have been with me a long time. We've been working for the things we want for years. Your support, your friendship, have driven me through some seriously bad stuff. Your support and friendship have seen me through that first novel. You'll see me through my second. And hopefully through them all.

I love you all.

Live the dream.

Seriously.

AGxx

Also, you might notice, I have two new people in my blogroll. Gayle is an excellent writer friend of mine, whom is very dear to me, and also bery talented. And very published. (I couldnt be prouder to be her friend) She writes about her writing. You'll like it. Especially if you write. New Pound Glory is one of our local rollergirls. She's a rookie, and learning to live the derby dream. She's also learning balance, hard work, tough adult choices, and how to reach for the things you want. I just recently stumbled on her blog. She's a fantastic read.

To My Lady Gaia

this is a brief peice I was scribbling out this afternoon on my break. Its silly, and trite. Not very good. But considering I whipped it out in 15 minutes and I was also trying to talk to my co-workers, eat something and sort out a smoke break in all that...I'm not too disappointed. Its romantic, but not terribly erotic. I'll write something of use tomorrow. I swear.

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Her hair shines silver, gold and bronze in the moonlight, casting a soft hazy halo around her as she gazes up at me. Her eyes glimmer, two brilliant stars sparkling up at me with mystery and allure of the ages. The desire to touch her, to stroke her, wells up inside me. The urge is irresistible. To touch her, to feel the soft silk of her skin, to caress heaven itself- it is unbearably beautiful.

Her laying beneath me is like a state of grace- too beautiful to express, to awful to escape. Perfection- that is what she is in this moment. Just below me- eyes glowing, skin shining, lips parted. Her breath is better than air to me. I want to breathe her in, to taste her until my mind clouds over and I am dizzy and weak with the flavor of her. Her lips are soft and pale pink, rich cotton candy that melts below my tongue. She is sweet, so sweet. Her gentle press, her tender bites are my delight. She laves me breathless and aching. I am thirsty for her as I become warmer. She is hot, so terribly warm, as we dance together in the coming and going of our passion.

I melt for her, I burn to ashes under the brilliance of her glimmer. The heat of her skin is the early morning sun in the summer. It dances along my body, teasing and tempting me- drawing me further into its warmth. Brilliant, gentle and enticing, I let it lead me along the soft winding paths of her body. Each curve is has a suprise waiting for me, each turn, each kiss is a cool breeze filling and refreshing me.

My fingers trace the lines of her body, each bone and curve and soft flowing plain and I see the whole world.

Fear

Tonight is a night for confession. Last night I was talking to Oscelot and she asked me what I am afraid of. Its something I don't think of very often. Indeed, I think most of us shy away from such unplesant musings. I think, however, it was good for me. Its not often I discuss the things that scare me, and to tell the truth I have quite a few of them. I'm trusting you not to judge me, because I know that you have things that scare you too.

Spiders. I've mentioned this one before. I don't like them. They actually make me scream.

I'm afraid of egg timers, for no discernable reason.

I'm afraid of drowning.

I'm afraid of police officers. (Leftover fear from childhood I think)

I'm afraid of falling from a height. Despite this I still like to rock climb, repel, and ride roller coasters. I think its my way of coping with my fear.

I'm afraid of failing. Yeah, I'm a perfectionist. I hate not doing thigns right. But when it comes to the things I want most, like publishing, or finishing college, I am terrified of failing. I absolutely cannot stand the idea that I'm not good enough.

I'm afriad of suceeding. If I do accomplish what I want, what next? What if I can't get a good job? What if I can't get one at all? What if I publish and then no one likes anything I write after that? What if I get published and no one likes the first one? The thought of continuing to scucceed haunts me.

I'm afraid of dying alone.

I'm afraid of loving someone and them not loving me back.

I'm afraid of driving away the people I love.

I'm afraid of something happening to me, or someone I care about, and me not having told them everything I needed to.

I'm afraid of disappointing the people who expect things from me.

I'm afraid of people. Especially strangers.

I'm afraid of watching people I love suffer and me not be able to do anything about it.

I'm afraid of driving. Still. Even after all this time. All it took was one car accident. I hate being behind the wheel. I confront this one every day. Fortunately, Kitten likes to drive, so I dont have to anytime we go somewhere together.

I'm afraid of bridges. Like the eggtimer, something I can't explain. I actually like water. I like looking at brindges...driving over them, though. It makes me shudder. Same thing with dams. I seriously dislike dams.

I'm afraid of losing everything I have. This may be why I dislike tornados now, even though I didn't as a teenager, or as a child.

I'm afraid of being attacked. Even more so that if I defended myself that I couldn't or that if I could that I would hurt them so badly I would end up being punished for it. Don't get me wrong, I still would, but the thought of the consequences is another dear compounding a fear that I already have.

Yeah, that's a good start on things that creep me out, unsettle me, or leave me breathless with fright. For the most part, I deal with them. I don't think about it much. That may make me a coward.

There are times though, espescially the intangible ones, that I sit and think about it until I am dizzy with fear. It will turn over and over in my head until I can't even function. Usually this happens late at night, which would probably explain why I don't sleep a whole lot, or when I do why I try so hard to focus my dreams in a specific direction.

This isn't a complete list, to be sure. But its definately a good start. What are you afraid of? How do you deal with it?

I'm off for a (hopefully) good night's sleep.

All my love to you tonight.

AGxx

A Day At The Pool

I had the most amazing day today.

Honestly, it didn't start out the way I planned. I had talked to my mom yesterday about going to the pool and swimming with her for a while. Granted, it would be a public pool, and I hate them- however, I have been dying to get into the water since the weather turned hot enough to fry eggs on the pavement. I was ready.

When I got up this morning, I planned on running down to our local bistro and trying their breakfast before we got started for the day. I called my mom and asked what time she wanted to come over. She informed me that she didnt' have a swimsuit. This irritated me since it was her idea to go swimming. I asked if she couldn't just go buy one. She said she didn't have the money. So I was to think during breakfast over what we were to do to spend time together and get back to her.

Breakfast was not nearly as tasty as their dinners, so I was let down. We finally hit upon the idea of flea marketing, and so that became the plan for the afternoon. I won't bore you with the details of teh trip, but I did find a couple of really sweet vintage dresses, and I purchased them. I am sure they will appear in pictures of me soon.

The great part of the day, however, came after that. I texted my dear friend Sakura and asked him if he would like to come to the pool with us. He suggested we go to the one at his apartment complex. How generous and kind of him. We took him up on his offer and went to his place. The pool was magnificent. Far nicer than any apartment pool I've ever seen. It had a waterfall all along one side, it was big, there was plenty of deep water (rare in apartment pools) and a huge tannign deck with a hot tub. I was in heaven.

We brought snacks down to the pool. I slathered on some SPF 90 sunscreen. Yeah, 90. Its the only way to keep me from burning. We got into the pool and I was in heaven. I really love to swim. I didn't learn until I was a teenager because my mom is afraid of water, but I sure do love it now. I actually learned to bodysurf (without a boogy board, thank you) and I'm a pretty strong swimmer for having never had formal lessons. I like to lap swim, which I hear is uncommon. But truly, I love being in the water in any way I can be.

Today was great. I got to lounge in the pool, play around with Sakura, Oscelot and Kitten. We had a really good time. When we got hungry we ordered a pizza and had them bring it to the pool. That was somethign I'd never done before. To me, as silly as it seems, it was decadent, and fun. Every now and again we would climb out and snack and lather on more sunscreen. It was nice. At one point Oscelot and I were left to our own devices while Kitten and Sakura went to the clubhouse and played billiards and scrabble.

It was extremely relaxing. I've been needing a break, and having a day at the pool was just what I was needing.

Hope your day was a s lovely as mine.

AGxx

Freedom, Control and Dance

I had the oddest dream last night. I dreamt I was a ballet dancer again.

I suppose given the fact that I was one makes this dream less odd, doesn't it? But it has been so long since I was. More than fifteen years. It seems strange to me that this would be something to rise from my collective unconcious to come and make me happy as I slept. And my dear reader, I was so happy.

I know most people watch ballet and think it isn't terribly interesting, beyod whatever storyline is being danced. Indeed, in my area, there are very few ballets that have no story but the dancing. I know also that there are so many sterotypes associated with dancers, and with ballet. Some of them are true...so not so much. I digress.

The dream was beautiful. I was beautiful. I was so happy. I can't express to you the pure joy of dancing. I still love to dance. I get out and dance as often as possible. I even do it in my living room sometimes, when I have itunes on and no one is looking. But ballet- that is something entirely diferent.

I must confess there are times that I contemplate taking classes locally, doing it again. Not because I want to be a dancer, but because I do find so much joy in it. And the joy, strangely, is in the work.

If you ask me, dancers are athletes of the highest order. They care for their bodies in a way most people never dream of. And they are so strong!

It was beautiful, last night. Freeing. In that dream I had more control over myself than I have in years. Imagine, my dear, the strength is requires. Imagine being so strong that with tiniest movement of the ankle and leg you can be airborne. You can lift yourself higher than most people ever dream. Last night, as I flew, as I lifted, as I gave myself over to that complete control of my body - I knew how a bird must feel to fly. To know that it is my own strength that lifts me. It is my own strength that is giving me joy.

There is so much perfection in the control. I remember still the ability to lift the leg, to draw my toe up the inside of my thigh, to lift it once it reaches the apex and to extend it, high above me. Complete control, complete freedom.

There is nothing sweeter than that freesom, my friend. To know that if you cavalier has his arms about you there is no falling. There is no slipping. There is only lifting, twisting, beautiful movement. You are one with yourself, with him, with sound and vision. There is no word appropriate to express that feeling. Beauty, it seems, falls short. Ecstasy is too tame to address that feeling.

Last night I felt a grace in my body that I haven't felt in ages. I felt a strength I had forgotten I had. As I have gotten older I have become less flexible. Grace is not a word that many associate with me. Indeed, I have gone from gentle, strong and confident to clumsy, weak and shy. Last night I felt none of those things. I felt myself as I used to see myself. Powerful, sleek, painfully sure.

What a wonderful thing to wake up to. What a fantastic way to commence a morning.

Last night, as I slept, I was perfection.

I only pray that I will seek it again in some other midnight wandering.

find the beauty in yourself and your body today. I found it as I wandered in my own mind last night.

AGxx

The Summer Sun Sets

Tonight is one of those nights where I don't feel like I am particularly interesting. I'm not entirely sure I've got anything to say that anyone will care to hear about. Most nights like this, I would just let go and let loose with another erotic post...but strangely, I don't feel like doing that either. Tonight I figured I might just talk, and see where the post leads me.

We're officially into summer now, here in the middle of nowhere. It seems like it came by sneak attack. One day it was spring, there was constant rain and I was still wearing hoodies in the morning and later in the evening. Now I'm forced to admit we've turned on our air conditioner, already. Normally its mid-july or august before we break down. I like the smell of the outside drifting through the house, and having the house cold forces me to employ blankets. In the summer, it seems silly. Alas, here we are, in the second week of june and the air is running full time. Its rather annoying.

Speaking of dress, I suppose I could tell you a little about my gas station family. I love them. See, I drive Kitten to work every morning. Usually its between 4:45 and 5:00 am when we leave the house. Its really, really early. As a treat to ourselves, and sometimes out of necessity, we stop at the gas station just up the road from our house. I stumble, bleary eyed and nearly incoherent, inside and usually grab some sort of hostess pastry (generally those little packages of six doughnuts, or a coffee cake) I get myself a soda and Kitten I make a coffee of half dark roast and half columbian.

Most mornings I'm not terribly fond of the attendants. A couple of them are young, and rather stupid. One of them always charges me for a 20 oz coffee when I only get a 16. I've given up correcting her. Why bother? Its ten cents...Another one is a larger guy that if I were to guess I would say is gay. He usually answers my "how are you today" with "I have another migraine." Super cheerful.

But there are two that I positively love. One, Danny, is a good looking guy about 40 or so. He has an adorable accent. If I place it right, he's Irish. Its not a put on either. He's always sweet, calls me darlin' or sweet'art and once, duckie. I love him. He's always got something nice to say. Its plesant to speak with him. There is another one, Gas STation Mom, who is probably close to my mom's age. I'm her sweetheart too. I love her because she has a lot of personality. She's the only one that wears shorts instead of Khakis. She's got peicings that aren't in her earlobes, and tatoos on both her ankles. She also has a penchant for really great paisley neckties. I always compliment her on them, since I have a tie fetish. One morning that new song by Adele was on as I was checking out, and commented that I have the album but its been so overplayed I don't even want to listen to it anymore. GSM laughed and said "really? I've never heard this..." and rolled her eyes. Its those kinds of sentiments that make me adore her.

The reason I thought of this when I spoke of dress is because normally I look a total wreck when I come into the station. Most winter mornings I have on a heavy coat, but as it got warmer Ileft that off for a hoodie. But the rest of my attire is unchanging: fleece plaid pajama pants, a mismatched t-shirt, no bra, mismatched fuzzy sleep socks and a pair of slip on pink and grey houndstooth shoes from the Gap. I normally haven't brushed my hair, and I have almost never brushed my teeth since I go back to bed when I get home and then I would have to brush them again, and that's bad for your enamel. But somehow, they always treat me just like the normally dressed people in the store that look at me like I've somehow offended them for running around in my sleep-gear. (not that I sleep in it...)

You should have seen their faces the first time both of them saw me in normal clothes, cleaned up and with makeup on. I laughed out loud. GSM smiled at me and looked at her watch. then she said something to the effect that I was about twelve hours late, but I looked very pretty. How sweet. Danny just stared. I remember because I came inside in a tiny skirt and a tank top with my hair done up. I didn't say anything, just smiled and asked for my Marlboro Reds like I always came in looking like that.

Anyway, seeing them makes me happy in the mornings for no good reason at all.

Summer also reminds me, I'm turning into a huge girl. Normally I won't shave my legs in the winter. Not terribly often anyway. Why bother when no one will see them? You know I am a relatively fastidious person when it comes to dress, but you know- shaving just seems like unneccesary maintenance when all it does is make you colder. Not so right now. I've changed, it seems. For one thing, I've shaved my legs a minimum of once a week for the last couple fo months. I don't know why. I don't normally wear shorts, but for some reason, I've taken to wearing those too. That means my legs have to be cleanshaven. Granted, its normally mesh shorts and I could just shave below my knees, but once this last week I actually wore a pair of seriously short shorts, and I was horrified to see I had prickles again. Back into the bathtub I went.

We've been trying to get out more too. I went for a walk with the girls last night, and it was lovely. But we were gone for three hours. Turns out I am out of shape, becuase this morning I was sore in my shoulders and neck. Not my legs, oh no- those are plenty strong. But apparently because we took a soccer ball with us and played with it as we walked, my body decided that was too much effort. I had to be sore. We went for another walk tonight, somewhere different, and only for an hour. I feel better. I'm hoping as summer goes on I will get into better shape.

I'm also starting to tan. Not lay in a bed tan, because that's stupid, but actually blossom under the onslaught of vitamin D I've been soaking up. Now, granted, every time I go in the sun Kitten reminds me to put on my sunscreen (and I do- liberally) but this doesn't seem to be keeping me from getting a little more gold and a little less pasty white. I like it. If I can keep from burning too often this summer I'll be delighted. I've promised myself I will get out as much as possible. I like being outdoors. Its been too long since I've been canoeing or camping or spent an entire day at the pool. I want to do that very much.

That's another thing that always suprises me. There are so many people that look at me and naturally assume I'm an indoor girl. I mean, I know I wear dresses and stuff. At work of course I wear makeup, because I make more money when I do. But other girls do that and I never assume they wouldn't like to go play in the mud with me. Most people look at me like I'm lying to them the first time I tell them I like to be outdoors, and that next to writing or reading there's nothing I love better than being muddy and wet. Of course, maybe its silly of me, but I naturally assume that most people like to be outside. Now, this may be a silly assumption on my part, since my mom thinks roughing it is a hotel with only one indoor pool....but I figure most active young people want to be outside enjoying nature. Is that silly?

Speaking of silly...(see- we're all over the map tonight) I've gotten myself into a little war on facebook. Not a bad one. A fun one. I have a friend that I used to work with, and she posts funny stuff every now and again. Well, I got into the habit in the last couple of weeks of getting on Youtube and looking for old songs I used to love when I was 18 and hitting the clubs. Then one day she posted about how she was listening to her PS3 while doing something and she kept getting boybands. Just like that, I was on youtube looking up old N*Sync videos. And then I was earworming them. Bad.

Now, if you don't know what an earworm is, I kindly suggest you run over to swisslet (check my sidebar) and learn from him. He's the master. Learn from him. Anyway, I had N*sync stuck in my head all day. To punish her, I posted one of their videos on my wall and tagged her in it. I figured she would see it, and get it stuck in her head too. She commented that it was funny of me, but that she'd moved on to teen queens. I warned her not to get me started, but alas, I was already searching up old Brittany videos. So I posted Wannabe by the Spice Girls on her wall.

A day later I had Genie In a Bottle by Christina Aguilara posted on mine. I returned with I Want it That Way, Backstreet Boys. I almost immediately received Because of You, 98 Degrees. This was not an acceptable earworm (how old were they anyway! Not a teen boyband!) so I posted Toxic, Brittany Spears. The next morning I woke up to The Thong Song. Things were rapidly getting out of hand, so I posted what I thought would be an unbeatable earworm- The Sign by Ace of Base. That clever, clever girl knows me far to well.

Yesterday She got on my wall and left me Sex and Candy. Since we went the sex route I returned Mouth by Merrill Bainbridge (do you know what that song is about???) Not to be outdone, Pepper left me Criminal by Fiona Apple tonight. I've given up the sex theme and stooped to How Bizzare by OMC. For that I was punished with Barbie Girl. My current shot is Return of the Mack, Mark Morrison. (as an update- I just got Gettin' Jiggy with it...god save me)
I've got some other options in the hopper. I've actually taken to writing down songs that are bound to irritate and make mad. I think I have a few good ones. Of course, if you have a suggestion, feel free to leave one in the comments. My only stipulation is that it must come from the 90's. The more annoying and catchy, the better.

That's about me for the night. Honestly, I fear I've bored you to death. But I had fun.

Take Care of Yourselves.
Leave me a comment. I get lonely.
And seriously, those song ideas.
AGxx

Incidentally, if you're curious: that's me last night on our walk down through our downtown area. We passed through the warehouses and I've always wanted tolet loose with a camera down there. I'm no photographer...but there's something beautiful about the abandoned buildings and their trappings of lonliness.