Adventure? Excitement? Hmmm. A Jedi craves not these things. One could argue that my life used to be much more exciting. I had a very exciting ex-husband that would steal money from me to buy me more dope so that I would stop bitching at him for stealing money from me to buy dope. Comparitively, I prefer my life's present excitement of being a conveyor belt for grapes into my baby's mouth, as she says, over and over and over again, "Hmmmmmmmm. Grapes. Grapes?" I was in Oly this weekend for band practice, and another friend I've had since third grade (besides the band guy) lives there. She is the most wonderful, strong, positive woman that I know. That isn't saying much since I don't know many women, nor many persons with a positive outlook, but even if I did she would still be one of the greats. She has two kids, and a husband who has just left her for some horrible record producer or something in L.A., a friend of Courtney Love's no less, in his own misguided attempt to sleep himself to the top. He went down there to sell songs to HBO or some such thing, so the top is a long, long way away. Hope he has a priaprism. |