Your comments made me less depressed. Hoorah! Just woke up sorta that way I guess. Sound really sure about myself today, huh? I feel like a flower that becomes each month. Right now, post-period-ish, I'm just a flower essence. A seed, bud, bloom, and death awaits me. Better 'n nothin.

Better 'n a smashed up grilled cheese the baby asked me to make him.

I don't really believe this but I think it's funny... The devil, in response to yesterday's post, sent me a message this morning. As I ran little Dallas home from the bus stop I stopped for the car that beeped at me. OK. Who's this? I wondered. I even had to take a few steps back because my running feet were faster than my brain realizing I was being summoned. I peaked down into the car--the window rolling down--to a dirty look by some carpooling bitch who was actually beeping to indicate to the child in the house that she was there (the book-bagged child coming out confirmed this). Then why the F did you beep at me! ExcuuuuuUUuuUse me! I said. I thought that, because you had beeped at me, that you had beeped at me! My bad. Damn scary-eyed ho. Prolly just pissy about having to pick the lucky kid up.

And here I am so affected. Ah well.

I saw that blogging mom on the news last night. Her life looks fun and her kids are cute BUT I'd not be able to read her book about her kids, no way no how. The Yu-Gi-Oh (sp?) eBay "item description" was a bit over the top for me and I couldn't finish it. But I guess others liked it. Am I jealous? I'm something else ... something that has me reading about Holden Caulfield again. You know ... needing to feel deep and dark for Halloween time.

Dallas says Halloweiner every time he gets a diaper change, which is cute, as I understand cute. Yesterday, Rachael Ray called her pork chop cute and I knew the world was in the process of going to hell starting right there.