Can I have a hint?

Things I don't understand (and most likely never will):

Cars
Computers
Insurance policies
My family
The stock market
Taxes
People with really thick accents
Shakespeare
Conspiracy theorists
Luke
Why people think Bill Clinton is sexy

The time is near

Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day
Little Lainey wants to play
Rain, rain, go away

I don't know about anybody else out there, but I am ready for summer. Rain, snow, fog, clouds, be gone!

The case of the ex

It drives me crazy to associate with people who spend so much time lying that you start to question everything they say. What's the point? I can't separate fact or fiction, so even the most obvious things must be analyzed and re-analyzed to sort out the untruths. This just makes me angry. And tired. And angry again.

Unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable, such as right now. Have I mentioned how angry and tired I am? All I want to do is send a message that reads: "Karma's a bitch! You deserve every horrible thing you claimed has happened to you times 100, and even that would not be enough for what you put me through. Stop your pathetic good-for-nothingness and grow up." One of these days I'll be able to say those things, but until then I will have to endure the barrage of lies constantly aimed in my direction. Suck.

Craig > new socks

I've always believed slipping into a pair of new socks is comparable to giving your feet a hug -- And not just a pat on the back "nice to see you" hug, but more of an embrace reserved for lovers reunited after months of loneliness. Putting on virgin socks is like that first blast of cold from an air conditioner or a plate of spicy Mexican food with a fresh fruit margarita, soft kisses on the forehead or a summer roadtrip. In a word: perfect.

Priorities

Can anyone explain why a person living in an apartment would rent garage space in which to keep a giant freezer and pantry full of food? To me that signifies the need for a house, or at the very least a larger living space. And how about the guy a couple buildings over who drives around a sparkly red Corvette? None of the apartments in the complex could be considered huge, they're not exactly in the best part of town, the management is mediocre -- There's really nothing special about them. If you can afford a ride like that then it seems like you should be able to splurge for a more upscale place to rent from, or, I don't know, buy a house. It just doesn't make sense. I'd trade my car any day for a home of my own. Ah, someday...

A pat on the back

I love the feeling of accomplishment. Marking things off a To Do list and then collapsing in exhaustion signifies a day well spent, one that I can be proud of and look back on with favor. Even doing little things that I'd been neglecting (cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, sending an e-mail, blogging) is enough to put me in a jolly mood.

Today was a good day.

Coming attractions

I'm very tired today. I have tons and tons of thoughts about things, but right now I haven't the energy it takes to put them out here. Soon I hope to write, and write a lot, possibly about the following topics: church meetings, new socks as they relate to being in love, hamburgers, taxes, ideas.