i hit a snag...
had a trip planned but had to take an unavoidable detour.
disappointed at the fault of no one (i'm always confused as to whether or not that's one word or two)

friday night, i spent some time with a friend i hardly ever get to see anymore. she was the first person i met when i moved here almost 13 (i can't believe it's been that long) years ago. people say we look like sisters. i don't see it.
she's a very churchy person, now. great mom. great eyes, beautiful smile. she can make five bucks into 500 quicker than anyone i know. she was talking about this past year, and how hard she's been praying to God for guidance---i know you aren't very religious, she said. like guidance from God has never occurred to me? i am not YOUR religion, i replied...but sat there a little stung. i think she was trying to be polite, saying ..well you are very spiritual, as if that was some consolation prize.
two things i don't get.
i guess i do get them, i just think people are more openminded than they really are. why do you have to be a religion, anyway? everyone thinks they're the only ones getting in.
what's more, why does my ego care what anyone thinks? she is my friend afterall, and one of my best ones, really. it's not like any of my friends really think the same way i do...

watched the mavericks lose. assrangers win. my betrothed was on the mound.
i got a bunch of stuff together for this trip that I'm taking to Honduras.(more on that later)
i ate sushi.
i worked like crazy in my yard. mowing. trimming. and in between, i caught some rays. i'm worried that my pervert neighbor is gonna let his part of the fence rot, and then i'm gonna require some sort of proper bathing suit in my own backyard. last year, i dug up the grass, and mixed some dirt with the red clay that we have here, and made a little garden patch. well, a month ago, i bought the tomatoes, peppers and basil. finally got those in the ground. i was so excited, that i went out there first thing this morning just to check on em...i think they're already growing!

what i'm not saying here, is that i'm tired. worn out. just plain ole don't wanna do anything else alone. yes, it's a great world, and you don't need another person to complete you, but fuck. i've heard all my jokes over and over again. i've seen me in every outfit i own. i even went five miles at the park tonight. that usually helps. not today. today is just a bumpy day. (i'm stealing this from someone i read earlier) i know that tomorrow is another day, but that's not comfort to me this minute. it's a beautiful night. i'm gonna go sit in my beautifully manicured back yard, count stars and contemplate my navel.
i'll probably have the solution to world peace by morning