A few hundred words about nothing.

So, now that I've pissed off the world, or at least three people with my post about my rotund Welsh Corgie and her barking, I'm kindof thinking that bitching about pets on my blog gets me the same response that bitching about people preaching at Starbucks does on Facebook. So from now on, I'll just write it, old-fashioned-like, in my Hello Kitty diary. I apparently shared a little much, and the comments made me feel like an asshole. That didn't used to happen. Guess it was TMI. But, as for the last depressing post, I really do wanna live in a shack in Malibu and drink margaritas with Matthew Mc Conahayhay. That is completely and utterly true, and of that, I will not be ashamed.
And you'll be happy to know that the rotund Corgie is still alive and well, and remains un-poisoned.

I'm here at Starbucks again, as I am a few times a week, this time editing some boring-ass newsletter for a medical laboratory company, and I'm pleased to announce there is no preaching today. There's just the banter of the young and eccentric boys who work here that I've grown fond of and the music has changed from Diggable Planets to Classical.  I look around searching for something to write about but nothing interests me. I look to the newspaper, the oil spill, Obama's approval rating, the marathon of New Jersey Housewives I tortured myself with yesterday and I really have nothing to say about any of it. All I can think about is how I'm getting us to Cali before the summer's over, what changes I have to when school starts in order to bring in more cash to pay for my kids to take dance and piano lessons, how dirty my kitchen floor is, how good a glass of red wine would taste, and how badly I need a massage after that Bodyflow class kicked my ass Sunday...and other things I don't need to mention. And I worry. I worry that I've lost the ability to be diverse. I worry that I'm becoming a bit too self-absorbed  in my little life and fallen into survival mode. I worry that I won't enjoy the summer before it's over in a few short weeks. So I guess what I'm saying is I need a little inspiration here.

I could sit and write about what's going on around me all day, and that could prove to be entertaining. How about every Tuesday, it's Strange Things Afoot at the Starbucks? I'll take 20 minutes and give a play-by-play as I eavesdrop on the Starbucks riffraff?  Would you read it? Maybe?

~R