So many thoughts.
Can't control my crazy mind this evening.
When I was driving home this evening, first of all...it was fabulous with the windows down and some folk music playing in the background. Second of all I drove by the whig and art bar (even though they weren't really on the way) and reminisced. I miss going to those places. Even though I might not fit in at either of them perfectly, I for sure feel more comfortable and enjoy the company more at those bars than I ever have, will, or want to feel at the clones-r-us bars in five points...this description obviously excludes a few of the enjoyable places in five points including Speakeasy, Tavern, and on occasion Delaney's. But because of my failed relationship with Jess I really don't have anyone to accompany me to the bars I'd like to frequent. I'm working on it though. Soon enough I will get my friday night dancing on at art bar. Anyway back to what I was trying to get to...I was driving down Park Street and drove by the place where I hit a squirrel a few weeks ago...and there was a cat in the exact same spot that the squirrel was that I killed! The crazy part is that when I hit the squirrel it must have run under my back tire because I never saw it in the street, but I heard (and felt) a bump. I started freaking out and felt completely terrible because I thought I may have hit someone's cat..but I couldn't convince myself to go look and find out what it was. This is partially due to the fact that there was a car behind me and I could feel them staring at me thinking "Cold blooded killer!" or something along those lines. Gah, it was terrible. Luckily, when I went by the next morning though I determined that it was a squirrel so some of my nerves were calmed. (Not that it is okay to kill a squirrel, but at least I didn't kill some little kid's best friend or something) But then tonight when I saw the cat sitting there all those feelings came rushing back and I think I probably went about 3 miles an hour until I was sure the cat was safe and hundreds of feet away from my homicidal tires.
Then...I was coming down the massive hill right before the entrance into my neighborhood and something about the light of the moon tonight and the shadows it was making made the humongous kudzu overgrowth on the corner look like a big green blob monster. It was kind of rustling in the wind and looked all ominous. Creepy!
I watched seven pounds tonight. It was pretty good. I'll give it like 7.5 stars out of 10. Will Smith did a great job. It was making me feel old though because he is really starting to age. It's not a good sign when movie stars start to look old. And then I'm still trying to figure out why it is named seven pounds. I get the seven part. But what does pounds signify?
Eh time for bed.
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In honor of Daisy's release today (or yesterday)
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