It's 10 PM. Do you know where your girlfriend is?

Sadly, not many people will get that joke. But if you are one of the lucky few, do you know where she is? I mean, seriously, do you REALLY know where she is? Not where she SAID she was gonna be, but where she actually went?

Back in the day, I posted a rather depressing blog about greeting my harsh realities. In that blog, I mentioned the ticking of a nearby clock slowly driving me insane. (Or maybe that was two different blogs, I can't actually recall at this time.) That may have been the same week that the butterfly chased me down the street. Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that the ticking is back, and this time it's even louder and more in-my-face than before.

Why the insanity, you ask? I hate not having all the answers. I like everything to be laid out in front of me in numerical order, grouped by color. I'm a meticulous person. I try to be very organized, and at the first sign of chaos, I melt like a stick of butter that's been out in the sun too long. And it WAS rather hot today..... consider this my melting period.

Back when I was a kid, I never had ANYTHING figured out. That's how I was back then. I just figured I would live until I died. Anything that happened in between would be pretty cool. As I grew up, I tried to make plans, as many of us do, but you know what they say about the "Best laid plans of mice and men..." Actually, I really don't know what they say about that, but I'm guessing that those plans frequently get screwed up for one reason or another. Anyway, as soon as I thought I had something figured out, and I just absolutely KNEW things were gonna go a certain way, they didn't. And of course, my happy little world got rained on every time this happened. How many things was I absolutely SURE of that didn't pan out? Numerous. Countless. You think I would have learned by now.

So here I am again. But this time, things are gonna be a little different. I never know what's what from one minute to the next, so how could I possibly see where I will be in one year from now? No more plans for me. No more "Best laid plans of... whatever the hell." I'm gonna go back to doing what I did when I was little, because that seemed to work best for me. I'm gonna live, and I'm gonna live until I die. And things in between will be pretty cool. I can promise you that.
What happens, happens. And I will love it if you're there with me.

I'm starting to sound like David Scott. That's really scary. What the crap?!?!?!