Little Pink Houses

Thanks to somone mentioning it to me this morning, I can't get that damn song out of my head today. I guess it could be worse. It could be "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go..." So what I really wanted to do today was to continue to rant about men, but for once I seem to be ranted out on that particular topic. I’m sure there are a million other things I could say, but they just aren’t coming to mind right now. It has been a fucked up few days. I’d like to blame all the weirdness on a guy, but I can’t. Not really. I mean yeah, all that bullshit definitely contributed to the weird state of flux my brain seems to be in now, but that’s just part of it. It’s my last week at a job that I’ve been at for 6 years. As much as I hate it, it will be weird not to come here every day anymore. I’m starting to get a little nervous about my lack of employment in LA. I’m sure I’ll find some way to support myself out there, but if I think about it too hard, it is a bit scary to be heading out there without any sort of security. Sure, I have some money saved up, but I know LA. It can suck its way through funds pretty quickly. Mostly I have no regrets about leaving Atlanta. Aside from family, there are probably less than ½ a dozen people in this town that will even miss me, and to be perfectly honest, there aren’t that many that I’ll miss either. There are a few people that are stuck with me forever whether they like it or not (and you know who you are), but in the long run most of the current friends/acquaintances that I have will eventually just fade away. Sure, we’ll all try and keep in touch in the beginning, but ultimately we’ll fall out of each other’s lives and just become footnotes in our respective autobiographies. Out of sight. Out of mind. Sad but true. I’m not trying to sound cynical. It’s just how things are. This post seems much heavier than I had intended for it to be so I'm going to shut it off now before it takes a turn for the worse... I’m just tired. And stressed. And horny. And bored. And unmotivated to be at work. Did I mention tired? I must have partied too hard last night. Yeah, that must be it. I’ve got to learn that I’m getting too old to party like a rock star on a Wednesday night. :)

"Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then." -- Katherine Hepburn