Sunday Ramblings

At my brutha from anutha mutha’s house. Glorious Sunday with the aroma of barbecue, some sweet tunes (listen to them here! and create your own station so i can listen to YOUR sweet tunes), and an ugly old lady couch to relax on…
So I have about 3 followers on my blogspot and about 9 on here… so I don’t know what the point is of having two… but maybe if I start tagging my entries I’ll get more reads? Or if I start writing about anything worth reading…

Friends, lovers, countrymen - listen here. I love Starbucks. I’ve decided that I want to be one of the people who travel to the coffee farms and shake the farmer’s hand and thank them and ask them if they need a freshwater well dug for their villages… That’s what I want. That, and to make jokes that everyone who watches TV can laugh at.

I have to go play on this chiropractic jungle-gym equipment. I’ll be right back to tell you about it.

…and back. So I just hung upside-down on this thing and surprisingly I feel a bit taller, more aligned/stretched. Paul says I need to stay upside-down for like 5 min but it hurt my ankles a lot (since that’s what you’re hanging by) and the blood was flooding my face pretty hardcorely. Sooo I don’t know if I’m meant for such intense chiropractic structural inventions.

I also love Starbucks because the people who work there can be pretty wonderful. They can be pretty not wonderful also, I’m sure. But… this man today was so sweet. I believe he likes boys, but he was saying how much he liked my hair and glasses. “It’s very… Lisa Lobe,” he said. “Stay classy, Emerald.” Will do, sir.

I keep making bad decisions. Well, I’ve been making bad decisions since I was in Kindergarten. I remember I kept tapping on this boy’s shoulder one day as he sat in front of me on the bus. I kept doing it and he grabbed my wrist and twisted my arm. I cried. And then I had to sit in the hot-seat because I was found to be at fault for the incident. I was also really bossy in Kindergarten. I always wanted to be the mom when we’d play house (this is what my report card says. I still have it. amazing.) and I guess I would get mad and punch all the kids in the face til they let me be mom?? That part is unrecorded. But I’m sure it happened. Why else would it matter if I always wanted to be mom? They should congratulate me for volunteering to be the responsible one with the fake house duties.

ANYWAY.
Bad decisions. I rule those. Lately, it’s just been with jobs. I keep quitting jobs when I should probably milk them for the added paycheck. But these jobs were keeping me from friends and church. Aren’t those more important than paying bills on time or having a new pair of flippy-floppies? I think so, but I’m probably wrong. I just want a 2nd job where I can call in any day, any time and say, “Hey I have nothing to do… can I just come work for awhile?” That would be ideal. Which is why I want to open my own coffee shop, bar, bakery or sex shop. Or a coffee-bar-bakery-sex shop. You’d come in every day, don’t lie to yourself.

Just kidding about the sex shop. Not kidding about the other things.

Aaaah life. Where are you headed…