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The Way You Roll Your Eyes, The Way You Taste, You Make It Hard For Breathing...


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I know... it's been entirely too long. I really do miss you, old friend. I wonder if this is why I haven't been sleeping well, why I'm so exhausted. It could be the getting up before 5 a.m. thing, but I think it's more mental. I NEED a place to dump everything out, sort through it, pick the things I want to hold onto, put them back in an orderly fashion, and then put the rest out there with a sign that says: FREE! PLEASE TAKE!

 

There are a million stories to tell, things to laugh about, tears to cry... Maybe I'll try to sum up.

 

Clearly, I have found Boys Like Girls. I have a weird connection to them for a few reasons, but I like their sound and I love their lyrics. I absolutely spent at least a week listening to nothing but Thunder. I can admit it.

 

Sometimes I wonder if people look at me and think I'm a prude... I find the very idea an oxymoron, but then, I know things they do not. Nevertheless, I'm always amused when people, mostly men, apologize for their behavior and language in my presence. Those of you who KNOW me, know better. If they only knew...

 

Today, a guy I work with called me his mapquest. This is also hysterical if you know me... I suppose I've been called worse, though. Apparently I'm also the resident Jamba Juice store locator, which is far more fitting of a title.

 

Saturday was a day of chaos for me, no lie, but my daughter and her group won first place in the tournament they competed in, and everything magically worked out. There is an awesome recording of their performance on my facebook, but not on youtube... WTF?

 

There was a diorama of fail, as I have aptly named it. Translation, Rich refused to help, even though he's the artist of the family, and in turn, he ended up with a pissed off me, a crying her, and a diorama of fail. What's the moral of the story here? Listen to Nike.

 

This older guy hit on me the other day at work. It was ridiculous and resulted in him comparing my worth to a TV in Rich's eyes, which resulted in me telling him that I am WAY funner than a TV... But seriously, folks, as I say this, Rich is watching TV, and it is clearly providing him more entertainment than I am.

 

We watched Daniel Tosh's Comedy Central Special from when he was in Orange County... He's clever and hysterical and just that side of improper. It's definitely worth the watch. Also, I was kidnapped, if that can happen in your own living room, and made to watch The Fantastic Mr. Fox... Kristofferson was my favorite, and I liked that it was ::waves hands:: different.

 

Work is a ridiculous clusterf**k of changes right now, mostly for the better though, so I'm not going to whine too much. Instead, I'll just hold on tight until the world stops spinning again.

 

Steve took me to see Valentine's Day. I believe the reasons were tri-fold. He was instigating the cattiness that my daughter possesses over the Taylors. He got to see the guys in the movie again, and every one of them was a nice sight, so I can appreciate this reason. The third, was that he knew I would like it... I think he said it had a 'Viv Aww Moment'. I'll admit, I cried a little, but more interestingly, I had the whole plot figured out, EXCEPT the gay guys... In what world does THAT happen? In my defense, one of them was played by Bradley Cooper.

 

I have a pajama ninja in my life. It's kind of weird... not gonna lie.

 

She's in love. She's got the summer blowing through her hair. He's in luck. He's got a fire burning in his eyes. She's alive. She's got him rushing through her veins tonight.

 

Damn it! I JUST realized that I forgot to buy a paper towel holder for the kitchen... AGAIN! Argh! ::sigh::

 

I'm reading Rich Dad, Poor Dad. Rich read it, and evidently, it's now my turn. We'll see how that goes. There's definitely a shortage of romance, but it has some interesting concepts.

 

And now, I'm inching through the tall grass, I'm longing for the breeze. I need to step outside just to see if I can breathe and find a way out. Maybe there's a way out. Your voice was the soundtrack of my summer. Do you know you're unlike any other? Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors. I don't wanna ever love another. So bring on the rain, baby, bring on the pain, and listen to the thunder.

 

FREE! PLEASE TAKE!!

Vivian

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