One Who Is Lost

Nothing like a Cowboy Mouth concert to leave you content with your life.

The played a few new songs. I wasn't too sure about the first two, but loved the last one. The chorus includes the lines:

She had to go because
She didn't know who Joe Strummer was

Hee!

Happy Birthday to my journal! Just think, as I was first starting out here on LJ, prettykate was off punching a hole in her belly. See, it's all connected...or something.

There's just something about Mondays. Last week I went home with a killer migraine and I feel another one coming on. Maybe it's the transition of freedom and activity to staring at a screen for eight hours. Well, whatever it is, it does not a happy Katy make.

We just received this email at work, wordf or word except the email domain:

If you are a time traveler or alien disguised as human, I need
your help!
My entire life and health have been altered and messed with. I
have suffered
tremendously and am now dying! The type of time travel which I
think is most suited to my situation is having my consciousness
transferred to my younger self using either the carbon copy
replica method, or brain snapshot device. Please explain your
method and how safe it is. I am in great danger and need this
immediately.

If you are in possession of the said technology please send a
(SEPARATE) email to me at: IneedTimeTravel@XXXXXXXXX.com
Thanks

Yeah, uh-huh, sure.

When did our society become so very disposable? Did it start with disposable handkerchiefs (aka kleenex) or was it before that? Not that I'm saying I'd prefer to carry around a snot-filed rag, but things are getting a little out of hand. Now we have disposable diapers, disposable bibs, disposable mops etc. And the attitde has spread, look at the divorce rate, ta-da, disposable spouses! Isn't anything made to last anymore? Oh wait, most of these "disposable" items will last far longer than you or I will, what was I thinking?

See, this is why I shouldn't watch tv.

There's just something oh-so smileworthy in seeing a bird flying with straw or grass or string or other such nest making material. It's just as much a herald of spring as the bulbs peaking through the snow in the garden. Despite the weekly snowstorms, spring is sneaking ever closer and it's about time!

Yeah for the fog! It was so thick this morning that you couldn't tell what color the light was until you were at the intersection. Dangerous, but pretty. As soon as I got into Loveland though it was a beautiful, clear, sunny day. Nature is just cool.

Cool...hmmmm, methinks my vocabulary could use a little work. Isn't there some fact that there are tens of thousands of words in the english language and most people today get by on 5000? Something like that. It's kind of sad. I like language and words and the days when letter writing was an art-form and "cool" was a temperature and "awesome" indicated something awe inspiring, not just mildly neat. Oh, and text messaging is the devil.

Saw a bumper sticker "The last time we mixed politics with religion, people got burned at the stake." I'm amused.

OK, how many people haven't been sleeping well these past few weeks? I don't know what it is, but I cannot get enough sleep, or any good sleep for that matter. Just tossing and turning and brooding and thinking and countless other things that aren't SLEEPING. My mom and several of my coworkers and friends are having the same issue so what's up? I wish I knew so I could a) fix it and then b) SLEEP!!!!!!

Why do I have this niggling thought in the back of my head that Osama may have been "allowed" to "escape." I mean, if he was caught that would probably satisfy the blood lust of most of the American people and they wouldn't be as supportive of an "ongoing war on terrorism." A war that Bush aides are now saying could last up to 50 years. Weeeeeeee! Are we having fun yet?