Let Me Just Break It Down For Ya

I've had what you would call, a doozy of a week. You know the kind that makes you think back to that great line in Steel Magnolias..."When it comes to sufferin', well she's right up there with Elizabeth Taylor." Cause seriously, when the ball drops - it drops hard. And it's not really worth going into all the details - but sometimes - man, you just need to acknowledge that ignorance really is bliss and sometimes noi matter how prepared you are for some news to be delivered, you really aren't ready no matter when the time comes. It goes a little something like this:

Let's just say, these dreams about people - living and deceased are beginning to sort of freak me out. Let's just call the intuition what it really is, okay? Let's just now call a spade a spade and say what it really is. The Shining. The Sixth Sense.

Yep, you've seen the movies. You know what happens.

Let's just say, that you never, no matter how much you think you do, want to know when Mr. Big meets Natasha.



Let's just say, that when your friend asks you, who her soontobebutnotquiteyetex-husband / (aka one of your best guy friends) is dating, (oh yeah, she also happens to be another friend), and the weird love triangle has grown now to a square, with you (wondering how the hell you got there)...Make sure you have something good to come up with as to who that said woman is, and oops, how she met the sonofabitch.

Oh wait, cause it was in a round about way sort of your doing...that's rriiiiiiiiiggghhhhttt.


Let's just say, that if you have to keep waiting on said promotional opportunity a.k.a. mo' money to come through you may turn one year older, have saggy(er) boobs, and require a heavy(er) dose of Prozac/Lithium/Crack/Nicotine/Alcohol.

Get real, silly people. You know I don't smoke the Crack. And I haven't actually had any Prozac or Lithium. But I am thinking they might be a nice diversion?


Let's just say, that if you have to pause when you hear the words in that song "So this is Christmas" and wonder "so this really is?" for more than 15-seconds, then you probably aren't in the HoHoHo spirit if you know what I mean. Especially when shopping only makes your Grinch like behavior worse.

As if the God awful traffic isn't bad enough in this town already, why don't you just take your ass away from the mall with your unruly kids, pack them up, and put them on Ritalin. Pronto. May I suggest shopping online next year!? Ya, thanks.



But let me also say, that there is something luminous and radiant on the horizon. Something that will take me far away from LexVegas and someone to look forward to seeing at the end of the road...

A brighter discontent...