"My head won't leave my head alone...."

Why do my thoughts have to be so complex?

Why is it that things bother me that I really shouldn't care about??

Why is it that I seem to feel all the wrong things at the wrong times??

There are a few recent incidents where I have to wonder if I'm being manipulated.

Some things I think I am too close to.

Some people I think I feel too much for.

Sometimes I wish I could say the things that were on my mind instead of holding so much back because maybe by not saying it, it doesn't exist.

Sometimes I'm desperate for attention; desperate to feel like I matter; desperate to feel like somebody cares.

Sometimes I wish I could always feel comfortable being myself.

Sometimes I wish I never had to make the hard decisions.

Sometimes I wish I'd never gotten used to people being around.

Sometimes I wish I could laugh more.

Sometimes I wish I could cry more.

Sometimes I wish I could sleep more.

I think that last one's presenting an opportunity.

Maybe I should take it.

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Semi-amusing

Before I get into this little story, I feel there are those of you out there that may need a little more detail than the quick and easy version would provide.

On his most recent album, "Far Side of the World", Jimmy Buffett recorded a track called "Autour du Rocher" that was designed to have the feel of a 70s disco bar in the Caribbean. If you're familiar with Mr. Buffett you know it's not his typical sound and anyone catching this bass line would think he's a completely different kind of artist. My opinion (also shared by many others) is that between the bass and the horn heard throughout, the song more closely resembles something straight out of a pornographic movie. As you read onward, keep that thought in mind.

Last night on my way home I decided to stop at Wendy's for some food. I place my order, round the corner, and find I'm waiting for the girl at the payment window to stop her conversation with the people in the car in front of me. After a few minutes of bec trying to wait patiently they move up to the next window. I pay the talkative girl and pull up to the pick-up window as the aforementioned song begins. In addition to the girl standing there who actually gives out the food, there's a slightly scary guy hanging out of the window and for some reason I know he's going to talk to me. He looks at me kinda funny and as he starts to speak I find I have to take a moment to decipher exactly what it is he's saying.

Scary Guy:What'cha list'nin' to?
Scared bec:Jimmy Buffett
Scary Guy:Who the hell is that?
Scared bec:Exactly.
Scary Guy:No, who is it?
Scared bec:Jimmy Buffett
Scary Guy:Jimmy Boppitt?
Scared bec:Yeah, sure.
Scary Guy:Well turn it up.
Scared bec:No, that's ok.
Scary Guy:But I want to hear it
Scared bec:::hits the power button to turn it off:: Nah.
::Other girl comes, gives bec her food, and tells the guy to stop::
Scary Guy:I wanna listen.
::bec starts driving away::
Scary Guy:I love Jimmy Boppitt! ::screaming as bec drives further away:: JIMMY BOPPITT!!!!

It's suddenly dawned on me that the term "pick-up window" has taken on a whole new meaning.

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