Randomness

It is that time of year again when I tell myself I should just forget about it and not do what I do every year (and I succeeded one year and I wrote about it), but I know I am going to as soon as it hits midnight.

Some people are truly batshit crazy.  And talk out their butts about things they know ABSOLUTELY nothing about.  And lie. Oh my goodness the lies.

I miss my bed. And my house. And my cat RabbitButt. And my grandson. Even my job.

I miss the Fresno I grew up in.

I miss Casanova.

I wish I was thin again.

I'd love to look like this again:

I would like to be truly in love with someone and have him love me back like that.

I do love my Starbucks every day.

Why is this world so crazy? (Rhetorical question...Satan is very busy at it.)

I wish I still had some of my old mini skirts, notes that were written to me in school, more pictures from back then, and an El Camino.

Life is just nuts.