Like Sand Through The Hour Glass

The floors are covered in dust thus making the house feel completely filthy. I'm crabby because I haven't had a bite to eat since 3pm. I haven't been to the gym yet today and will not be going due to the fact that I have to be ready to leave for dinner at 9pm. And I still have an unsettling feeling in my stomach which has been torturing me since I gotten up this morning. This is the accumulation of all the things that have made this promising day turn sour.

Joy.

Hopefully dinner will turn things around as I feel, and know for a fact, that I am not the best company. Just call me Pouty-Faced Petunia.

I hate it when things never go as planned. I know not everything runs smoothly, but I would rather have some things happen on the regular - or even if those said "things" pan out slightly different as long as some of the key elements that keep my engine running on a daily basis find their way to completion.

I'm sure a glass of wine or a strong cocktail with dinner will remind me that tomorrow is another day. And here's to hoping that I know how to tackle the obstacles differently when I wake up in the morn.

Too many things to do, too many distractions, and not enough time. The story of our lives.

Nancy Boy

There is a growing uproar over the two following adverts, but all I can see when I look at them is memories of myself as a child. Awe.


Upon my scanning of the comments over the furor these ads have created, I came across this genius parody from The Onion - which has now become a solid favorite of mine:



I wish those parents who shame their children for being "different" (read: fabulous) could only realize how lucky they really are. I mean, c'mon, how boring is it to have a "normal" child. I'm super grateful that mom saw my potential when I was a wee lad parading around the living room in her heels. Werque!