Ridiculous People

I need to write. Big figging time.

First of all, I need to address a few people really quick. I feel as if I need to explain something to you, in front of...well...whomever is taking the time to read this.

Chloe Fox.
I love you. So much. And I know, we exchange "I love you's" a lot because we really DO love each other as best friends should. I hate that I'm so upset at the fact that you're dating Seth now. And I'm not mad at you, or him, or anything that has anything to do with you two dating. I hate it because I didn't take the freaking chance all of those times you were with me at Kim and Dave's watching Notre Dame. But I'm not now, nor will I ever be upset at anything you say or do.

Adam Friedman.
God...I write and talk about you so much. I promise no homo, but it's getting to that point where even my mother questions my sexuality. Well whatever. But I wanted to tell you how much I appreciate you being my friend again. I know it seems childish, me always bitching about our friendship. But really, you're one of the most important people in my life. I hope it stays that way this time. Just...fucking hit me in the face next time I act up.

Taylor Wicker.
You know...it was you who inspired me to start up my own blog and record my feelings and such. And lately, I've yet to really insert a meaningful post here. Anyways. I was catching up on you blog tonight, and needless to say, it was beautiful. You are absolutely one of my favorite writers. And I read H.P. Lovecraft and Marry Higgins Clark books, so I hope you're honored...again. Anyways. I hate that we haven't spoken in ever. And I hate that we haven't hung out at all. I remember that we planned on it over the summer, but life got in the way, which is totally understandable. I was just wanting to how you were and everything. I mean, that's if you even read this junk. Just saying. I miss you, and you're great.

Okay now...okay now I'm gonna write about what happened the other night.

I was watching some college basketball and eating a pizza. Again. I swear, a pizza is made EVERY SINGLE DAY IN THIS HOUSE.
That and grilled cheeses. I fucking love grilled cheeses.

So my little puppy dog, Snickers HAD to go outside and chase things ONE more time before we went to bed.

And as I'm standing at the threshold of my sun room that leads outside, I started to space out into the nature.

It had been cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary all damn day. I loved it. I love cold and rainy and cloudy and dreary days like it had been THAT day. And I was remembering something that I was doing earlier on before it had gotten dark. I was hunched over the back of my couch in the front of my house that looks out passed our bay window.

It wasn't sunny since the clouds had blanketed the sky, but the sun was still behind the clouds...it's not like it just disappeared...so there was still a dim grey lighting upon the earth. It was still raining like it had been that morning, and it was about three in the afternoon at this point. I looked down into the garden below out window. It's funny, because I can't even tell you what's planted there. Just a bunch of flowers and bushed and plants and such.

HOWEVER

I did know the name of the plants. It's called a yucca plant. My grandma had one of them growing in the front of the garage in Kentucky. They aren't regarded as a "pretty" plant, but I like them. They grow as a big yellow bulb and eventually sword-like leaves starting sprouting from the bulb. The one we have is about five years old, so it's pretty big.

Raindrops fell on and off the leaves for fifteen minutes. Eventually the rain let up and the raindrops were able to stay on the leaves without falling off. I stared at those raindrops for forever. I just wanted to live in one of those little drops. With the grey light and the green from the leaves making it a minty green color. it just looked so beautiful. I wish I could live my life in a watery minty green bubble.

Well anyways, I'm standing at the threshold waiting for Snickers, who was still barking at something. I decided to walk out into the grass. It was almost icy. My feet against the cold, wet grass. The mud was slick too. I probably could have broken out went down the hill. I could see my breath so clearly. I don't think it was THAT cold out. I kinda just stood there. I wasn't thinking about anything. Just standing. And I hadn't realized that Snickers was like, "Hey dude, lemme back in the fucking house. My paws are cold." For some reason I find it appropriate for my little five pound chihuahua to say "fuck."

I just felt like getting that out of my system. I know it's not worded exactly how it should be. I need to revamp my writing techniques and such. I feel like I'm getting further away from how I used to write. It might just be in my head.

Any errors? Lemme know. It's four in the morning and I'm tired.

I only hope that Adam, Chloe and Taywick read this.