why aren't violets violet?

rose are red
violets are blue
i can't sleep
can you?

the song blame it on the rain came on the radio yesterday. it made me laugh. it has rained in seattle every day of november. pouring rain. 7 inches in 7 days. it's some sort of record. i think it's making me a little off-kilter. thursday there is supposed to be sun. maybe i'll leave work early. i took at nap today at 7:30 and now i cannot sleep. i think every day people should laugh out loud. i never watch jay leno but i did today because i was awake and it was on after the election coverage. i don't really like him but he made me laugh out loud a lot.

i'm glad to see that the people of america are starting to see the err of their ways after the 2004 election. i went to a party two years ago on election day. wore a blue shirt. bummer of a party. great hosts though. they've since moved to washington dc, so maybe they had a party this year too. i have high hopes for 2008.

be careful what you wish for

so i've been sort of having a grumpy couple of days. grumpy and spacey. i'm not sure why except maybe it's that i was sick for a while so i'm just run-down. or maybe it's the rain, although i love the way the rain looks. i should do a painting based on the rain. so i had this unrequited interest not too far back and i was hoping that they would do something repulsive to erase the interest and then they did and i was taken aback until i realized that i got what i wanted.

halloween night

Last night was fun. Lots of people came out to celebrate my birthday. I was taking it easy with alcohol (or trying) and did manage to avoid tequila (thanks k for drinking my shot). I shared the best dessert ever with pr, got to see some of my old friends that I haven't seen in a while, had some funny conversations and did a little dancing. So why does the negative thing stick in my head? I basically got punched in the face by something a fof said. It was so insensitive and uncalled for, esp. on my birthday. I wanted to punch back or at least use my scorpio sting to deflect the pain, but I decided that would just make the situation worse, so I did nothing. Went home fuming, mentally drafting out mean text messages to send, which of course I did not send. So what's the good that comes out of it? Well I kind of found out that I can read people better than I thought I could. I won't explain that because I think I've already said too much. Life is short. Here's to the start of a happy 28th year! :-)