27th Sept 2013

Well, I think I'm actually loosing my mind.

Two days in a row I've come home and there has been a strange perfume in the hallway between my living room and kitchen, and it looks like someone went through my laundry. A pair of pants were pulled out from the middle of the pile.
Here's the thing, my landlord is the only one with a key to the individual apartments. Nothing else seems to be disturbed. But it's unsettling.

Either that or I've got gremlins.  I'm rooting for the gremlins. Lest then I know I'm safe. Crazy but safe.

Speaking of going nutballs, was in the Halloween store earlier, just looking around at the displays. One of which is an automated haunted house in the back of the store, and the display of monster babies got to me.
There is a zombie baby eating it's foot, a demon baby with horns and a tail, and a vampire baby with a bottle of blood. They make horrible noises when you walk past them. Motion detectors.
So here's me, standing there looking at this holiday display, smiling at first at the demon and vampire babies and thinking, "yeah that's what my kid would be like."
Then I pretty much started crying.

What the hell?   I hate kids.

This isn't the first time I've gotten little mushy over the idea of a kid.  First time I've gotten mushy in the middle of a Halloween display over robot dolls... hence the loosing my mind part.

Every few years, I have a few weeks where I get like that. Thinking what if.  Just seems the last few times, it's gotten worse. Way way worse. Maybe it's true, no matter how settled in your ideas and values, there comes a time when every woman starts to hear that damned clock ticking away.

That biological clock needs to be smashed.

Bad dreams morning coffee

You know when something is on your mind to the point you start dreaming about it?  I've been having a few nights like that lately.

But my dreams, have been all about my fairy tale. I just finished the next big chunk on it. Give myself a few days rest from it, if my dreams can settle down.  I'm debating what to do with the two leads? If I take them where I think the readers want them, then the main conflict is over and there wont' be a story.
It's so weird though, the few times I've hinted at letting the characters go in a certain direction, that's been my biggest amounts of hits. Which is why I've been thinking a lot about the direction of the fairy tale.
When I write, I tend to dream a lot about the characters. You put so much of yourself into a story when you write, your own issues, your own desires, your own fears. It's no wonder I'm dreaming of the characters.
The big curve ball I had originally planned for it, just didn't seem to work. I ended up going in another direction, which has me half mad at myself for caving in. 

Well, Mr. Scratchy, Herman. I think it's time for a really large cup of coffee.

post-it Saturday Sept 21 2013

Herman, Mr. Scratchy;
One question, left shoulder and left side of neck...what did you do?  I got strange pains again in the last two hours. And since I was only sitting watching tv when it happened, it's not my pain. So it must be yours. Ghost pains, got to love them.

Caught last night's wrestling. Loved that the Pack had more then half the air time. Still waiting for them to turn on everyone. I liked their storyline better when they had no sympathy for any of the others, including the bosses.

Saturday, Pluto and Coffee

Checking the newsletters I get, researching astrology charts, notes, and this is a time of scandals. Could explain the bad vibes I've been having all week. Then again might not.

There are times I miss being part of a coven. I really hate the word coven, like I'm not as thrilled with the word witch either.

I went with mom to her dentist appointment yesterday, and while I was sitting around the place waiting, this one delivery guy came in.  Really cute, tall dark hair, and waxed legs.  What now?
I've dated my share of bi-guys, but our city has become a magnet for them.  Yes, I am assuming stuff about the delivery guy, which I shouldn't. He might be an athlete. Might be a swimmer. Might be an actor? Who knows? Then again, he might be really really vain.

Don't bother trying to follow my train of thought, because I'm not sitting here making the post responsible, just free flowing babble. Over coffee.

One of the chats on the social site last night got heavy. Angry. I had to literally sign out of the site and just stop taking part in the chats altogether. It gave me weird vibes, I had this sudden feeling like I was going to vomit for no reason and made me mad. This is why I don't want to know about famous people's real lives. Back to that idea of scandals.

But anyways.

This is becoming a trend, the overly smooth men. Waxing and all. I have said once before I like the idea of men shaving their armpits every so often, but really, legs?

Well, Mr. Scratchy, Herman; must dash...my ear is burning so someone is talking about me. It's you and your buddies this morning isn't it? Talking about the latest part of the fairy tale. I know it, you love me.

Must be the Full Moon

Went to the grocery to get milk. Simple, one thing should have taken me ten minutes total to get there and back.
It took an hour. Seriously, everyone seemed to be standing in line at the grocery tonight. And the traffic was freaky heavy.

So I'm in the dairy section of the store, getting milk. I reach for the container, and this old woman hits me with her walker, on purpose glares at me and rips the door to the freezer out of my hand, shoves her walker onto my foot and elbows me.    I'm thinking, damn it's just a container of milk. 
Halloween candy is out, and as I'm passing that section, little kids climbing the shelves to get to it. No parents in sight.   And I'm thinking, if they fall they are going to smash their skulls on the floor.
Go to stand in line, and there are two check outs open. Express, and one regular. Just about to get in line for the express, when the chick put up a sign saying she was going on break. Get into line for the regular, and am standing there forever as this old couple had not one, not two but three big carts full. I'm thinking  I could just have my coffee black it won't kill me. But by then it was too late to get out of line, totally trapped between the old couple and a group of guys who looked new.  They were either college students or else the new crop of miners. Either way, there was literally fifteen, twenty-something men standing inches away from me, and I looked like something you would find under the sofa. 
It would seem a few of those guys must like sofa leftovers, because one was smiling at me the whole time, started blushing at one point looking like he was about to say something, when one of his buddies elbowed him.

Finally walking home, and the traffic was psycho busy. I was standing waiting at the damned corner for almost fifteen minutes just waiting for a break in the traffic.

Then thunder.  

It is the night before the full moon.

morning post-it Tuesday

Herman, morning... how's Rebel without a Cause's skull this morning?   After the ending of the show last night, I have to ask.

I am sitting here this morning, it seems like it's going to be a beautiful day out, but I know there is going to be bad weather. Sinus headaches for me indicate a storm.   Hope wherever you are today, it's a nice day.

I  just really wanted to ask how Rebel without a Cause was doing after the ending of last night's show?

Post it Note Sept 16th Monday

Sitting watching tonight's wrestling, having a glass of wine, chatting with a few people on the social site.  Everyone is ranting about the ppv last night and the current storylines.  And then there were those of us talking about Dimmer's pants. What does he keep in those pockets?
Everyone wants some of that topic. Seriously, it gets funny at times, weird at times, and I'd love to know how guys feel about that?    Do guys care that they get thrown into these Sex and the City style topics?

Anyways... Mr. Scratchy, Herman, I think you're checking in to get a laugh.  So... let me know if Dimmer ever decides to stuff elephants down those pockets.