Dear God… it’s Me. Rya.

Ha… remember those books when you were a kid? Was it Judy Blooms series? I don’t really remember, I just remember the series… I think she’s the one who wrote the Ramona The Pest series too. The best kids book that I can remember though, were the Trixie Belden series. She kicked that two-bit goody goody girl, Nancy Drew’s butt. Everyone I knew was in to Nancy Drew… I thought she was kinda silly… Trixie was where it was at. Anyway… that’s a random little ditty for you and a helluva way to open up today’s morning thoughts. For some reason I couldn’t quite unwind last night… I got off from the club relatively early, then just did what I do best…. hung around for a bit, then headed home. Once home, I made a mean martini, donned my favorite little house shorts and proceeded to dance around my apartment like it was my job or something. I live for those moments. Some people may think it’s odd, but I guess… that’s just me… I’m a little odd, mixed with a whole lot of interesting. My secret favorite past time is making a giant mess with paints, gluing random stuff to canvas, reading comics and dancing around my apartment in my undies. What’s really sad, is that out of that entire list… the thing I’m best at is dancing my Iti (slang for Italian, haha) ass off. Anyway, after tossing a turning for-evah… I finally officially woke up around 7am, which sucked. However, when your bodies ready to roll… there’s nothing you can do to stop it. So up the body went, and headed off into the kitchen… following the familiar scent of caffeine, all the while my brain was kicking and screaming at the absurdity of the situation and for the record, let me just say that you’ve never really been insulted into your own brain launches war on your sensitivities by way of lurid profanities. For such a good girl, my sub-conscious sure does know some heated insults. Lemme just tell ya. Whew… anyway, here I am now. Successfully dodging anything that resembles productivity. I’ve read a bit, made some calls… hell I even called my mom. Which is saying alot since our relationship has been strained for a few weeks now. I even contemplated heading over to the store to gather breakfast supplies.. but that’s temporarily on hold due to the large consumption of coffee I’ve managed to mainline. Although, twitching aside… eventually bacon will win this round. It always does. I can safely say that I support pork and pork products. In fact.. I am Rya Riot, and I vote yes to pork. haha.. whatever, it’s an inside joke with a friend of mine. Funny to meeee… and prolly not many others. Let’s see… I guess I got all the sweet sentiment out yesterday, and outside of random mental downloading, I don’t really have lots to say. I’m not looking forward to work tomorrow, I can tell you that what great zeal. I wish I could just be one of those writers, like JK Rowling. Who managed to get all that damn creativity out on to paper, and build an empire. Although, saying that is pretty much stating the obvious for the majority of us poor schmucks isn’t it? Quite simply, duh… who wouldn’t want that. I guess it could be done, but this pesky ADD drives me to never finish task like that. Or maybe it’s just an excuse… but hell- if half of America can get away with the craptastic ADD excuse, I’ll go ahead and use it too. Poor me. (insert violins) Damn… double damn. I’ve tangented myself out of topics. I covered the whole boy thing yesterday, and there’s not much left to say on that topic….. My mom is nuts, so there you go with that… I’ve managed to insult Nancy Drew (and I’d do it again too damnit) and now there’s nothing left, just me.. a sink full of dishes, and a pile of laundry. Oh.. and a bathtub that needs some attending too. BAH. I wonder if Santa will bring me an Elf for Christmas. That would do nicely. Rabble Rabble Rabble.

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