My So Called Mid Life Crisis.

Have you ever wanted to just drive, until you were tired of driving? On Tuesday I was on my way to work, when I thought to myself, "What if I didn’t get off at my exit? What if I just drove right past it?" Eventually I would end up in Philly, but once I was there, what would I do? Walk down South Street? Sit in Love Park all day, by myself?

Then on Wednesday, I almost broke the sound barrier trying to get to West Chester for a nine o clock meeting. I passed three cops, but miraculously none of them pulled me over. I flew right by a brand new Ford Mustang who was also moving pretty quickly, the driver of which looked at me as if I had absolutely no business driving that fast. Which, of course, I didn’t.

This leads me to ponder: Is this what I was meant to do? Is there something better suited for me out there somewhere that I just haven’t found yet? I tend to believe there is. How do I find it? Should I just keep waiting for it to come to ME? What in God’s name is it?!?!?! I’m getting fed up with the mundaneness that has become a daily routine. How much longer can I live in this rat race? And if I’m having a mid life crisis, does that mean I’m only going to live to be 50? If so, that kinda sucks, because I think I have more than 25 years left in this body of mine.

I really had hoped that 2008 would be a stellar year. So far, it hasn’t been so bad for me.... but sickness, tragedy, and even death have hit some people very close to me. I’ve done my best to try and be there for every single person that’s needed me, but it also leads me to wonder when the extremely bad luck will impose itself of my life. I really hope it’s no time soon, and if you’ll excuse me, I now have to go find the biggest piece of wood on the planet and knock on it.

In the meantime, I have a less stressful dilemma. I recently welcomed a new kitty into my home. I don’t quite know how it happened, I just woke up one morning and I found her in my dining room, much to the dismay of my father who only days earlier laid down a "no more cats, ever" law. So you can imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon the sleeping furball, whom my mother just, "Had to adopt"... whatever. Anyway, she needs a name, and I’m asking you, my friends, to take a look at this picture and give me some ideas. Right now we’re calling her Ichthyosaurus Fluffbucket, because she’s a bucket of fluff that eats plants. It just doesn’t seem like a nice name for a cat. It’s definetly suitable, but it’s certainly not cute. Any help in this matter would be greatly appreciated. And if you give me some stupid shit like "Cutie Pie" or "Kitty Kat" you’re getting punched in the face. Just a heads up.

Friends, just a reminder that I love you all dearly. I thank the Lord there’s people out there like you!