...for a different kind of girl

silent surburban girl releasing her voice, not yet knowing what all she wants to say about her life and the things that make it spin. do you have to be 18 to be here? you'll know when i know.

Friday, May 25, 2007

well, can the people on tv see me or am i just paranoid

Included on the list of things that creep me out just a little bit are the following:
  • My lingering fascination with Dave Navarro. I own nothing the man has ever really played on, except this, but since "Rockstar INXS" I've had a little desire to have him flash me the rock and roll salute and tell me that, while he doesn't understand me or get where I'm going with it, he loves my heart and passion. Then I'd probably lick his skinny little body and we'd both be a little creeped out.
  • That after this week, there is only one week of school left and soon there will be two little boys around me constantly, wanting to be entertained and fed. I'm not exactly ready for summer vacation. This could be in part because I feel like I'm living "Groundhog Day" when they're around. Every day it's reminding them of the same rules they had to follow the previous day. They should know them, of course, because I had to tell them about them the day before that. It's because of this that I, too, would like to end my day with a drink to world peace.
  • Finding my youngest son, three years into knowing how to use the toilet, recently sitting on the toilet with the lid closed, fully dressed and reading Once Upon A Potty. Apparently some refresher courses are never a bad idea.
  • Looking up my address on Google Earth and finding my house so clearly defined that you can see the crack on the lid of our Little Tykes frog sandbox in the backyard. Every day, I think I may just step out onto my deck and wave to the sky, hoping one day I might actually show up on the satellite image. Or Dave Navarro will spot me and swoop in to do nasty things to me.

Now it's your turn. What creeps you out?

Things like "lame blog posts like this one, Ms. Navarro," don't count, btw.

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