This is the new name for my blog. Since I'm baby-blogging challenged, I've decided to write about my everyday, mundane life. Although my life is mundane and ordinary, my warped mind is not. Today I mentally jotted down a couple of the fleeting, random thoughts that enter my mind.
This morning while driving to work the radio fairy decided to bring me a present. Guns N Roses - November Rain. This song takes me back to my dysfunctional high school days. The video for this song had Stephanie Seymour (Victoria Secret model dating Axel at the time) in it. She's basically at a drunken rock star wedding that rivals the shenanigans of "Rock of Love". Mid-way through the video, it starts raining which causes a Gremlin-like affect on the guests. They start going ape shit. The ladies are getting tossed around and champagne glasses go a flyin'. So, one might think that you'd watch a video like this and think, "What an asshole boyfriend. I'll never be caught dead with a shithead like that". Quite the contrary. Me and my high school best-friend wanted to be Stephanie. My friend had a prom dress made based on Stephanie's dress in the video. We couldn't wait for the opportunity to slap our future belligerent rock star boyfriends and run away barefoot in the pouring rain. Come to think of it, I did in fact have a wanna be rock star boyfriend who was quite the asshole. And I must add that this boyfriend ended up looking about as handsome as Axel post-rockstar days.
Low point of the morning - forgot my water bottle on the kitchen counter. F&%K!!
High point of the morning, in addition to the gift from the radio fairy - found my water bottle in my work bag. I'm awesome. Can loose the crap mood for forgetting it.
Mid-morning intrusive thought - These Mexican drug cartel guys...where they born sociopaths? I see pictures of them in the paper and I wonder what they looked like as kids. How they acted? The one caught most recently has these huge brown eyes that I'm sure made him a cute baby. Did he not have one sweet, tender moment? Did he never do one nice thing for another person? Was he tracking squirrels as a toddler? Smuggling diapers, dealing pacifiers laced with benadryl?
Driving to lunch thoughts - Did that guy standing next to my car at the crosswalk just hear me lock my doors? What a dick move on my part. That must have made him feel like shit.
End of day thought - I'm exhausted. God/Universe please help Sami sleep soundly.
