Want Want Want

I am the keeper of my realtor's Corvette.  It's a hard job, really... letting it sit in my third garage bay, safe from the elements, and getting to take it out and drive it when I want.  Poor me.  Did I mention it's a convertible?  Uh huh.  Go ahead, hate me.  I'm used to it.  I mean, I have a car that I love and all (my CTS is my baby, and I don't care who knows it, dammit), but honestly?  There's just something about a convertible in the first place, much less a convertible Corvette.  I mean, Jesus... the car is just power and sex scrambled together and stuck on wheels.  I get in the driver's seat and suddenly feel like a Bond girl.  Okay, a thirty NINE year old Bond girl, but still... BOND GIRL.

I'm not sure the realtor is ever getting that car back.

Still weeding through a lot of old internal clutter.  It's a long process, but I give my therapist plenty to tell her colleagues about.  Phhhtt.  Probably the stuff dealing with my mother is, alone, more than enough to drive poor little therapist to drink.  God knows it's had that effect on me a time or two.  The grief thing, well... that one's a bit harder to dig into.  See, I tend to keep really painful things locked up in little mental boxes.  I have LOTS of boxes.  So now I'm trying to do some figurative spring cleaning... get rid of some boxes that are entirely too problematic to keep.  I have boxes starting from when I was 4 or 5 years old.  I have boxes that are a lot more recent, of course, and from all the years in between.  So anyhoo.  I'm working on it.  I'm also going to start writing letters (which will probably never get mailed, btw.  It's just a 'for me' thing.  We'll see if it helps.) to people who have hurt me or pissed me off over the years.  The theory is that writing it all out, my hurt and anger (since I don't often let the person know WHEN it's happening.  Not good with confrontation.  Anyone surprised?), will help me get some clarity and maybe also help me to finally get rid of those feelings once and for all.  My thoughts on it?  I think I'll get progressively angrier until I start running people over with my car.  But hey!  I could be wrong... *coughs*.  I have quite the list of letters to write.  Pretty sure  that most of them know who they are.  *points*  Yeah, I see you pretending I'm talking about someone else.  Nice try.  I know where you live.

Okay, I'm going to go take a nice long soak in the Jacuzzi.  See if it mellows me out a bit, since right now I feel like biting someone.  Not picky who, just someone.  *eyeballs Connor*  Okay, that would be bad, wouldn't it?

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Heeeeeeeeeeeeere, kitty kitty kitty!

Comments

[Auburn]

Oh Lord, you really are a skinnier version of me and it's all just now coming to the surface....maybe we were separated at birth as I've suspected all along. Hey, if you have to run over them, use the corvette!! It sits much lower, the THUD will be much more gratifying, AND you will have a GREAT view as the fly over top!!
Hang in there, we'll both be ok someday...just remember, even Moses started out as a basket case.

[Nyt]

Biting can be theraputic...for the biter but not for the bitee of course. Unless it's someone who gets off from being bitten!

Just wanted to apologize that some of my words have come back to bite you on your proverbial ass. I'm sorry.

Plant daffodil bulbs next fall. Nothing like sunny, smiling, Laughing daffodils to cheer you up in the spring!

[Heather]

Out of that whole convo, the only thing I got was that you have a convertible corvette in your garage. The term jealous comes to mind!