Gemini Loca

Holidays Schmolidays

I think I finally figured it out. The "bah-humbug" attitude starts to descend upon me as I get closer to having to go to a store. I hate holiday shopping, the crowds, the pressure to over spend...WAY over spend, the endless food and sweets and pressure to make and bring them to the endless festivities, the 75% increase in traffic, the 30 minutes it takes to get through a stop light that used to take 3 minutes to get through, the cluelessness about what to get for anyone...the pressure....did I mention the pressure? This holiday has lost all of it's true meaning and it is just a big consumerfest...did I mention it's a pressure-filled "holiday"?.

Corn burn

Didja ever burn the roof of your mouth, right behind your front teeth? I did last night on a really scrumptious ear of corn. This corn was G-O-O-D. Yummmy....so much so that I didn't notice right away that I was searing the roof of my mouth. Today it hurts.

Missing life

I copped out...I couldn't make myself go to the Peter Cincotti concert that I won free tickets for. Sometimes the anxiety I feel about going out and about and being among people is just too great. I am disappointed in myself and a little pissed off.

Bad Habits

Angel's been sick for the past week. Nasty upper chest congestion and general yucky feeling. She thought she would take the opportunity to quit smoking, seeing as how it was nearly impossible to take deep breaths without feeling like she was gonna cough up a lung. Now, though, Angel's feeling better so DeMona is trying to talk her into smoking. DeMona wouldn't allow Angel to throw away the remaining cigarettes. Keep them, "just in case", DeMona whispered. So, there is half a pack calling, calling, sweetly promising how good it would be to just light up and fill those lungs up with smoke. Angel is being strong for the moment, but DeMona is strong, and when it comes to denying one's self, Angel isn't very good at that, even if it would be good for her. This battle is NOT over.