Been a while (again), I know. I’ve been around, I’ve just been too lazy to write about the things I’ve wanted to write about. Anyway. So a few things… First off, why are people in such a damn hurry these days? I’ve noticed lately that people are always on my ass on the road. I tend to drive 5-10 mph over the speed limit, but I’ve always got some hemorrhoid up my ass, flailing their arms and no doubt calling me some not-so-nice things. Slow. Down. It’s not worth killing somebody.

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I wasn’t in New York or D.C., nor was I anywhere near that field in Shanksville on 9/11. I didn’t have family directly involved, I didn’t even personally know anyone in those places at the time. But I remember 9/11 like it was yesterday. I think a lot of us do. I remember a lady coming in to the store and saying she just heard of a crash on her car radio. I remember turning the televisions in electronics to the news, and watching the second tower get hit. I remember being glued to MSNBC for days on end, being news-obsessed and I remember John finally telling me to turn it off. I wasn’t there, but I remember. I think I always will. 

Been a while since I last posted. I’m kind of finding myself without coherent thoughts lately. That’s one thing I love about Twitter. I don’t have to organize my words and read it ten times to make sure it makes sense. Short and to the point. Kind of like bullets. Which I will now subject you to. *smooch*

• School is back in, and it’s finally starting to feel like Fall is right around the corner. I noticed today that a couple of trees have started turning. Still, it’s hard to think Fall when it’s 90 degrees. The bad news? I’ll be spending obscene amounts of money on decorating this year!
• We have a new head boss at work. Our entire team can be very resistant to change at times. Any time we get a new boss of any level, the negativity kills me. He’s only been here a week and some have already decided they don’t like him. Give the guy a chance, you know?
• Our master bathroom got some love this past weekend. The biggest change was the painting we did. We somehow managed to cover up the ugly with only two coats. When you see the before-and-after pics, you’ll understand. Those will be up soon.
• I call off work maybe twice a year, so when I do, you know I’m really sick. Yesterday was one of those days. I thought I was just getting a sinus infection or cold, but I had a fever of 102 and was throwing up. I’m feeling better today, just really wiped out and congested. I’m about to drink a mug of theraflu and go to bed.
That’s all I have the energy to talk about for now. I’ll have a lot more to talk about soon, as Fall and Winter are always super busy for me - both in my personal and work life. Happy Hump Day.

I have several things to talk about, but I’m going to keep this one to a single subject because it’s just too weird, and it might also be useful in the event that something happens to me and y’all need proof that I was stalked and bludgeoned to death. I’m only half kidding… I think. I’d try to keep it short, but you need the whole story to appreciate it. And it’s all very high school-ish, so bear with me. 

I was friends in junior high with this girl. She wasn’t really a part of my core group of friends, but we did hang out some. As freshmen, we went our separate ways and later that year I heard that she had run off to Florida with a truck driver. I didn’t think about her much after that, and truth be told, I guess I kind of forgot about her. 

Fast forward to 2006, a letter shows up at my mom’s house. The entire first page was about how she’d found God. She then went on to say how she can’t understand why I hate her and why we’re not friends anymore, but that she forgives me. I hadn’t talked to this girl in 10 years, so it kind of freaked me out but I just laughed it off. 

However, the letters have continued, along with birthday cards and Christmas cards (all still being sent to my childhood address). Then she found me on Myspace. I got a sympathy card about my cat dying, and TWO cards congratulating me on our new home, so I know she’s been following what’s going on in my life. She sent messages to my mom. In all of them, she goes on about how she loves us and cares about us. She remembers details, names, etc. She’s freaking me the fuck out.

The most recent arrived in John’s myspace inbox tonight. My profile is private and I have her blocked, so she sent him a LONG message about how we’re both going to hell because we won’t talk to her. We’re also “ugly in our hearts” but she still loves us because it’s just satan making us that way. She doesn’t even make sense in most of it. Seriously, if I printed it out, it’d be ten pages. Can you say psycho???

I have no interest in being friends with this girl again, especially now. So what do you think, how soon should I file that restraining order? I know responding would just fan the fire even more, but honestly I’m getting kind of scared here. They’re truck drivers, they travel all over the country and she still has family here, so I know she’ll end up back here eventually. I’m worried she’ll show up on my doorstep. I’d hate for her to meet Mr. Pistol when all she wants to do is love us and care about us. *shudder*