Hey, Bulldog

I know I am in a state because I spent so much time selecting pictures to go with this. My mind. It has seen calmer evenings. I only get so showy when I'm restless.

I found out about a new project today that could be reeeeeally awesome. Other than that my first day back to work in 2 weeks was just. Work. No rushes, fires, major logistics to figure out. Only 1 meeting. Long lunch. Yawn.

I will be running again soon enough, and regret wishing it on myself but good Lord do I ever need to stay busy. It makes everything better. It makes every day an adventure. I crave adventure.



Last night I watched Wild at Heart and seeing Laura Dern lounging around in fantastic outfits in that convertible made me wishful. Real life is nothing like that. You cannot wear a teddy with leggings into the supermarket to pick up dinner fixins, or whatever. People think you're looney.

So I'm living a life virtually free of teddies and road trips, and I should probably fix that. Can a person get paid to road trip and dress like an off-work callgirl? Is there a legal, respected profession that would allow me to list "kitten boots" and "shotgun" as strengths on my resume?

I urge you. Hire me for whatever that is. I'd be awesome at it.



I think red trees are a brilliant fucking idea. Purple ones, too.

Well played, God.