“The deep end is where the grownups play. It's where the monsters hang out, and the treasure too. Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference, but you need to go there and see for yourself. Even if you don't swim, or you fear water, or you love terra firma beneath your feet. Sooner or later, you'll have to dive straight into the middle of the deep. Remember, Venus was born from the sea, not the shallow end of the pool.”
"And I think you need to stop following misery's lead Shine away, shine away, shine away Isn't it time you got over how fragile you are? We're all wait, waiting On your supernova. Cause that's who you are And you've only begun to shine." -Anna Nalick's "Shine"
I attended a neighborhood watch meeting tonight that turned out to be the most entertaining part of my day. I went partially out of curiosity, and partially in the hope that the hot guy who I spotted walking a giant dog last week a couple of blocks over might pop in. No such luck. I was the only person under the age of 60 who attended. Imagine my surprise when most of the people there already knew who I was!
I just spent $6 on some cool glitter eyeshadow that goes on like paint. I end up sparkling all day, and then digging the glitter out of my eyelashes all evening. A decent compromise, I think.
I undertook a mac-daddy kickboxing workout the other day that made me realize that I am no longer in top notch shape. I couldn't move for two days. I can't wait to do it again.
I'm off tomorrow, and I really want to stay in my PJs and sleep all day, but I have too much real-life stuff to do. Volunteering at Kylie's school, oil change, research project at the library. Ugggghhhh. There is no such thing as a "day off."
The new Kelly Clarkson album is out next week. I will play it non-stop for the next eighteen months. Here is my new(est) favorite track:
Yeah, I've been there.
My favorite most-recent pic of munch and me. Nothing like some rest area photography on the fly...
I'm still anti-dating. I don't think I'm going to snap out of it any time soon. This is one of the profile pics of a guy who sent me a message on PoF:
In case you can't tell, that's a boobie. (For the record, I did not reply to his message.) Boys are so stoooooopid. I'm so bored with guys who want to talk to me for, I don't know, two days or so before they are hinting at sleeping together. Good grief. I'm simply going to adopt the mentality that I'm too good for all of them anyway. Being snobby seems to be my strong suit.