I bet you're hard to get over, I bet the moon just won't shine......................

Sometimes I think that I am the only person on earth that thinks, "fuck" , when they look outside and see that it is gorgeous and sunny.  Once upon a time, an unlikely suitor courted me with stories.  Magnificent stories, including the one about the girl who could only go outside and play in the moon.  It might have taken 17 years but indeed I am that girl.

I know that I am having a hard time b/c I'm flaring but my dreams are sooo tortured.  Right now I don't know who is going to turn up in them and what I am really trying to work out.  I pulled the plug in every now missing person from my life.  So I don't really know what my subconscious is getting at.

Vicki the Pampered Chef consultant is on my last mother fucking nerve.  If Renee doesn't do something to reign in her spamming ass then Renee may find herself wondering why we are no longer friends on FB.  It's a damn pity party and yes, we will all end up buying some dumb shit out of show of friendship and just plain not wanting to look like an asshole.  There are two kinds of people in this world. People that enjoy throwing and attending these monetary guilt trips and those that just want out as inexpensively as possible.  From the way it appears, Nay is the one guest that the consultant banks on at every party.  They are the ones who want to have "helpful cooking hints" and almost instant meals for your family.  They are also the ones that buy the cooking pan that is 8x more expensive than it's Target counterpart.  Because going to a sales presentation with you and your twenty closest friends while you munch on chips and salsa is exactly how I wanna blow three hours of my life that I will never get the fuck back.

Back in the day, my parents had summer and winter cars.  Their good cars were garaged in the winter keeping them free from the elements. They had nicer junkers for the winter.  My dad's junker was immense.  Dark green and to this day I swear it had six doors.  The one and only benefit of this car was that you could listen to the radio without the key being in it.  Roller skating was my life at that point.  I would roll down the windows on "the pig" and blast music while I was roller skating.  Looking back now I can see the starting of major OCD as I jammed the buttons scanning AM stations looking for this song.  My Gramma loooooved herself some Anne Murray and well, yeah, it rubbed off.  I'd listen to "Could I Have This Dance", but, right now I may not be able to come back from it.  I miss her and my grandpa sooooooooo much

We'll be shadows in the moonlight
Darlin', I'll meet you at midnight
Hand and hand we'll go
Dancin' through the Milky Way

And we'll find a little hideaway
Where we can love the whole night away
We'll be shadows in the moonlight
Right up 'til the light of day

Ooh, the night is young and baby, so are we
Glad, I'm gonna make you glad you came
Oh, you won't need a thing
Just bring your love for me
And darlin', I will do the same

We'll be shadows in the moonlight
Darlin', I'll meet you at midnight
Hand and hand we'll go
Dancin' through the Milky Way

Do you want me to think
Just bring your love for me
You'll be glad, you came
Just wait and see

We'll be shadows in the moonlight
Darlin', I'll meet you at midnight
Hand and hand we'll go
Dancin' through the Milky Way

And we'll find a little hideaway
Where we can love the whole night away
We'll be shadows in the moonlight
Right up 'til the light of day