20 questions

Do you ever wonder how you become friends with someone? Where did it all start... what makes some friends confidants, others hang-out buddies, others like family, others like bitter medicine you swallow like its good for you... And then there are some friends, just a few... really only one or two... that are all of the above... It's strange, really. Of course, most of the time I just thank my lucky stars that there are people out there who put up with all my quirks and deviancies. We're all just messed up human beings who tolerate eachother's crap in the hopes that someone else will tolerate ours.

I'm sitting at my computer by the window, smelling the rain, hearing the thunder... probably just asking Mother Nature to come fry my computer. But I don't care. I LOVE summer storms and I'm feeling contemplative... go figure.

I am a jar of peanut butter...

My horoscope today said "Going nuts is only a plus if your a jar of peanut butter". I read that after spending 3 hours this morning in bed staring at the ceiling recalling all the stupid things I've said or done, all the comments that could be taken as put downs, all the crap dribbling in my brain I normally shut down. One of my realizations this morning is that my life seems to be one long journey from crossroad to crossroad, always facing some other huge philosophical/ethical/esoteric BS question that will ultimately define who I am, what the world is and WHAT THE HECK I AM DOING HERE...

sometimes I wonder why I even try

Today marks the end of a week in the enemy trenches...