My mind

is going about 2253 miles per hour.

Popped me up at 4 AM.

Smokin'.

I got no theme today, no plot.

Yesterday was a rollercoaster ride, up and down.

Jen's final comments in her interview at The Stick, yeah, right on. About risk, investment.

The girl gets it.

I love those interviews (I tell ya I was the first?).

I should quit my job, Rick and Jen did and it becomes them.

I always want to comment on Lynn's posts and when I can't I feel undone.

I don't know her well but I know her, ya know?

I may not tell people that they're full of shit often enough.

I'm much better at compliments.

But, sometimes people are full of shit.

I just feel like it isn't my place to tell them so.

Avoiding confrontation? Perhaps.

But I've been thinking (careful).

I don't think I compliment for personal gain.

I just think when it's deserved, it should be duly noted.

But do they ring hollow?

Mean less because you grow to expect them?

Become less believable?

Maybe, maybe, it's because I've surrounded myself with people I like.

So shoot me.

I aint got time to waste on the others, the ones I don't like.

And I wouldn't compliment them, assholes.

See, I aint so sweet.

There have been times I've made people mad

because I wouldn't get mad at them.

It's not good for me you see, to get mad.

I'm convinced, mad and rage and stress

almost killed me

along with some other shit.

So, I don't get mad, really.

I'll rant some, spew it out in words, usually laced with some humor.

But fuck mad.

I can't think of many things I've resolved

mad.

I saw someone for the first time yesterday.

Someone beautiful.

Her husband is right there beside her but I may photoshop him out.

No, really, it would only be half a picture if he wasn't in it.

Fuck, another compliment.

But she has this mischievous grin

making me think maybe

sometimes

she could be full of shit.

See?

I can do it.