Crazy ice cream painting fool.

Life is taking on an interesting slant.


My cat and I have been getting along lately. It may be because I’ve been spending more time at home, which has been nice. She likes to curl up on my towel, or sit on the ironing board by my window and poke her head out between the blinds.

She’s actually been letting me pet her. And we’ve been playing these bizarre staring games. We stare into each other’s eyes for minutes at a time. I’m trying to hypnotize her into being a good kitty, but I think she’s wishing death upon me sometimes.

Ah, well. As long as she doesn’t bite my ankles anymore, she may do whatever she likes.


I tell you all the time that I would like to be an open-book. I would like to be transparent, but I can’t help it; by nature I’ve always been secretive, and I have a couple of things locked away forever.

Interjection: I have a giant bottle of vodka staring me in the face. I’m having a very strong urge to open it.

The summer days are gone too soon
You shoot the moon
And miss completely
And now you’re left to face the gloom
The empty room that once smelled sweetly
Of all the flowers you plucked if only
You knew the reason
Why you had to each be lonely
Was it just the season?

Now the fall is here again
You can’t begin to give in
It’s all over

When the snows come rolling through
You’re rolling too with some new lover
Will you think of times you’ve told me
That you knew the reason
Why we had to each be lonely
It was just the season

Shoot the Moon by Norah Jones


She put me to sleep at Mare’s house while I was waiting for traffic to die down.

It was a soothing way to slip into a nap.


It’s not the pale moon that excites me
That thrills and delights me
Oh no
It’s just the nearness of you
It isn’t your sweet conversation
That brings this sensation
Oh no
It’s just the nearness of you

When you’re in my arms and I feel you so close to me
All my wildest dreams came true
I need no soft lights to enchant me
If you would only grant me the right
to hold you ever so tight
And to feel in the night
The nearness of you

The Nearness of You by Norah Jones


I am obviously in a sappy mood. Also, I must apologize for all of my tangents. I am really not all that scatterbrained; my mind just jumps a lot and rarely follows my thoughts to full fruition, which is why my blogs are so very often jumbled.