I saw a movie in Tom Delay's district yesterday. I would have preferred not knowing this. Anyway, while driving out there I was listening to the Valley Girl soundtrack (*sigh* amazing as always). Selected songs, actually. There was a time in my life when I felt it necessary to endure every track on an album (those might have been the casette days). And there were times when each song on the album blended into the next or was consistently worthy of listening (those might have been the vinyl days). The CD era falls into neither of those days.
I think growing up means recognizing just how many issues you have and making peace with them. In that sense I am definitely regressing. The loose hairs that trickle down my clothing at all hours of the day and night and then tickle my elbow but are so light and wispy as to be practically invisible, well, they are driving me crazy. I'm sure I look rather batty, suddenly frozen in position then slowly raising an arm to catch the culprit in the act of tickling me, as if by moving I will scare it off and let it get away with its mischief. I become quite determined to find the hair and remove it. Of course, my ensuing actions make no sense whatsoever in alleviating the problem, as I simply toss the hair aside. It floats up again, this time ghost tickling my bare foot or ankle (and believe me, it's much harder to spot the wispy hair against the tan carpet) and the process begins anew. I never see other people having this problem.
School, work, yard, food, exercise..oh dear, I have so much to do. And yet I am so loving reruns of The OC and must get more of it. Maybe a priority problem...probably avoidance. But deliciously fun avoidance. Is that so wrong?
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