  I love Red Hot Chili Peppers. Some of their songs give me this feeling of.. We are destined to fail from the onset and knowing this from the beginning, we struggle on anyways. I mean, take this lyric: I got dosed by you and Closer than most to you and What am I supposed to do Take it away I never had it anyway Take it away and everything will be okay Maybe it resonates differently in me that others but I think not.
Hopelessness and despair are in right now. Hell, they have been in for ages, it seems. As long as I can remember, granted I am young yet. So. I am out tonight doing laundry and sweating my ass off (which is good because I am on my period and feeling snack-ish. I probably gained 15 pounds today alone! ) and I get the urge to post to my blog. I think, hey, there is that whole email thing you can do... I want to give it a try. So I connect to the web on my cell phone and go into Messaging. Damnit, I am limited in the number of characters I can transmit. So this bums me out but I half expected as much. So I think from now on, posts on the go will be reminders to myself to extrapolate at a later time.
I should have done that this time but I was so bummed I couldn't even think. Yes, my blog means that much to me. And, what, you may ask, was so important that the simple inability to post it drove all sense out of my head??? Actually it was about Men & Motorcycles. Or, Boys & their Toys. Whichever you prefer. No clever alliteration for Crotch Rocket.. bummer.
Anyways.. I am seeing many girls riding around on the backs of bikes lately. This always causes a twinge of jealousy to shoot through me. Which is strange because I am terrified by the idea of being on a bike. I don't really even want to date someone who has one... I guess I just want to be the type of girl who attracts those kind of individuals. But is that really a type? I don't know. I wasn't all that impressed when my husband took me for a ride in our dating period.
More like scared shitless, desperate for the ride to be over. My grandpa used to take me for long, slow rides on the back of his cruiser.. But I liked those rides. He felt safe and stable. Husband just felt reckless. Anyways.. this is a lot of type devoted to such a silly subject. I will stop rambling now. I need to retire eventually tonight and I could sit here and contemplate the contradictory nature of me for hours. Days even. So adieu. 
