Today may very well end up being one of those days where you find yourself wearing roller skates at the very top of Lake Avenue and as you stand there, admiring the view of the city, wondering for a moment why in the hell you're wearing roller skates, the slightest of breezes ruffles your hair and nudges you forward one micrometer.
And it's all downhill from there. Next stop? Lake Superior.
Except you'll probably be killed in some construction zone somewhere along the way. Hey! At least you'll be crushed by heavy machinery before you can drown!
Always look on the bright side of life.
From presentations to lawyer visits to luncheons and meeting up with friends after work for "Birthday 2.0", I'm tired and I haven't even started yet.
I suppose waking up at 3 a.m didn't help but I couldn't resist. Do you remember what it was like when you were a kid and still believed in Santa? Remember that feeling of pure excitement that you got on Christmas morning right before you went downstairs to discover that yes, you were indeed the kid who got clothes for Christmas? That's what I woke up with this morning.
The feeling of potential energy. The buildup of excitement.
The "one eye open, one eye closed hand out to protect the face before you get hit with a crushing blow" kind of posture that could have one of two outcomes: Either your attacker decides that you're too pathetic to hit and walks away or else you get nailed.
Yes, I am filled with competing emotions. I want to believe that I will be able to walk into the lawyers office today and sign my name on the dotted line.
I am clicking my heels. I am paying no heed to the man behind the prison bars.
But there's always that creeping sensation that it's too good to be true. I can imagine the fine print to say "She has the right to change her name to 'the fucking whore that held me accountable for my actions and ruined my life'".
And frankly, that would be a little long to fit on my new passport.
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"She has the right to change her name to 'the fucking whore that held me accountable for my actions and ruined my life'".
T.F.W.T.H.M.A.F.M.A.A.R.M.L
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YEP! That's too long too! I have a feeling it all finally going to drop into place and all will be well. Good Luck! Our prayers and thoughts are with now and in the bright future of the Harkness family! You have much to be proud of, remember that! Oh, By the way, I contacted this old house about you and sent them a link to your blog! Maybe, just maybe we'll get to see you in a pink toolbelt and not much else, cause I wanna see those tattoo's all healed up ;o}
Tabatha
Hmmm, maybe we should make criminals change their name to what crime they have done? Then they can put that on their mail box and job applications when/if they get out. They also get a nifty new introduction.
Good luck today.
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