There is a dead mouse. On the floor. Of my kitchen. In my cottage. In the woods.

When did I become such a little girl? Or have I always been?

Maybe that’s not fair. Most of the girls I know seem to have lived more than I. Perhaps because in today’s world they have to…

Yet, I still don’t want to touch it. To take care of it.

I used to know things. Now it’s the Google that knows things. Should I put it in the trash? Throw it outdoors for the local wildlife to snack on? Flush it? (Probably not flush it).

Why is this even a thing? Why does a small dead animal create such anxiety? I want it gone—yet without looking at it. Or touching it. Or salvaging the trap that it’s caught in.

As a child, I used to be mesmerized by dead things. Wandering through the woods, I’d occasionally find a creature who had met it’s end.

An end as natural as the beginning. The middle.

I’d stare for minutes. Maybe hours.

I was never squeamish in biology class, either. Now I wonder what happened? And how do vegans get through biology?

Anyway, I should take care of this unfortunate creature. Whatever it takes to build up to it.

A friend once said the stoics would simply decide what they’d like on their shit sandwich. Each day.

We all have things to do. Things we want to do. Things we’d rather not. Obligations and responsibilities. It’s probably best not to think. At all. And just do it.

And here I am… writing about what I have to do—while delaying it.

Another recurring theme in my life. How interesting. Do we ever really grow? Evolve? Or is our past behavior truly the best predictor of future behavior?

Okay, I’ve put it off long enough… shit sandwich? Let’s go.

There are two kinds of people in this world.

Those who eat pineapple on their pizza, and those who are wrong.

I am still amazed, that with all of the bullshit easily accessible to us on the internet, that, God forbid, we’re still forbidden from seeing… a titty.

Why, why, why?

It’s a safe bet that most, if not everyone, who’s looking online has seen one or two.

And they are beautiful. Well, every curve on a female is beautiful. But I digress.

Maybe that’s it. With so much ugliness out there in the world, beauty is what society can take away from us.

However, it is entirely possible, that by normalizing nudity, guys would become less guy like when subjected to nude females. Okay, that’s a stretch.

Female flesh and sensuous curves make guys stupid. Just look at the comments on any luscious Instagram model’s post.

I am guilty as well. (Becoming stupid, not of posting comments, except maybe here.)

Perhaps, there is no answer here. After all, the more I learn, the less I know.

So I’ll just sit here and wonder why titties are so offensive.

And sit in appreciation of their beauty.

Bond: I’m going to kiss you. I want you to respond as if you like it. Now, I’m doing this for two very good reasons: One, because I’m hoping to provoke a reaction.

Domino: And the other one?

Bond: Because I always wanted to.

Seriously, how can anyone not love this movie? Of course, Sean Connery nails it (her?) every time. And Kim Basinger and Barbara Carrera are in their prime. And Klaus Maria Brandauer is a fantastic (and insane) villain.

Largo: Crazy? Yeah... maybe I’m crazy.

You will never know how much I desire you.

Wait. That’s not right.

You will never know how much I desire you.

After all, it’s the little things. Now, let’s add some enthusiasm.

You WILL know how much I desire you.

Much better!

What i'm listening to:

Elenore
The Turtles
... the Battle of the Bands

If you use more than three pieces of tape, you’re doing it wrong.

I may not be a star, but over the last week I became aware I am a planet.

Beauty naturally orbits around me. Specifically, beautiful girls.

Yet, I am aware of this. A planet is not aware of it’s orbiters… or is it?

What i'm listening to:

Obsession
Animotion
Animotion

Last night, I shook hands with my class president from high school.

He had no idea who I was.

Which amused me. It still amuses me.

I don’t know if this is a testament to how invisible I was in high school… or if I look THAT different.

Looking into your eyes
I know I'm right
If there's anything worth my love
It's worth a fight

We only get one chance
And nothing ties our hands
You're what I want, listen to me
Nothing I want's out of my reach

Heaven helps the man who fights his fear
Love's the only thing that keeps me here
(I'm free)
You're the reason that I'm hanging on
My heart's staying where my heart belongs
(I'm free)

Running away will never make you free
And nothing we sign is any kind of guarantee

I wanna hold you now
I won't hold you down
Shaking the past
Making my breaks
Taking control
That's what it takes

What i'm listening to:

I’m Free (Heaven Helps the Man)
Kenny Loggins
Footloose