Born to be Mild

So. Last night, I made up my mind. I was going to the Squire. And then I started getting ready. And went to bed.

Nice job, self.

I was surprised to see that June has 12 entries so far. Thirteen if you include this one. I think for lack of everything else going on in my life, I'm trying to spur some sort of creativity until a phase of my life that is a little more time-friendly opens up.

But then again, its not that I dont have the time technically. I have some time. But that time is usually spent feeling exhausted and trying to figure out how to better my circumstances as well as maintaining some level of self-preservation.

I bought a patchouli-scented candle on accident. I lit it and kind of liked the smell. On a scale of 1-10, my self-loathing increased by a .3 just for that.

The nice thing about becoming a recluse is that now I have two cats to hang out with. (Up a solid 1.2 for that one)

What else? The pool saga continues tonight. As a group of young urban teenagers are teaching a girl to swim in the pool, and I can hear her choking on water and screaming that she cant do it. I think we all know what I mean by urban..which is "within Denver city limits". Because that's where I live.

Which was surprise to me. Since I live past Park Hill, I would assume that this is Aurora. Or as I like to call it "The Whole Foods desert". Because the closest Whole Foods is like 225 and Hampden and that really puts a cramp on my Whole Foods sushi habit. But in other news, there are like 25 Popeyes within a two mile radius. Like I said. Urban.

Not knowing how to swim. That makes me sad for people. It's like people who have never gotten on an airplane. Or people who cant read. When I was in high school, an Arvada cop pulled a man over who had been driving without a license for 20 yrs because he couldnt pass the written exam. He had never been pulled over. The cop didnt give him a ticket and on his off-duty hours he taught the man how to read. Eventually, the man passed the written test and got his drivers license thanks to the police officer's dedication.

I always liked that story. Obviously. It's stuck with me for nearly ten yrs.

I feel like normal people have people to go home to. And that I have this blog. Unfortunately, I missed the normal train a long, long time ago.

Yay for me.

Actually, I just do this to prove my literacy. In your face, non-readers! Even though this is probably just hieroglyphics to you guys anyway...

Shit.

Well, this entry hasn't been offensive at all.