Through The Desert Alone

Distress call code word is: "I wanna live"

I hope everyone had a wonderful Mother's Day. I do.

I think a lot of odd things sometimes. Or what I guess I consider "not normal".

What do you think when your on a bus and you drive by another bus?

I think: I bet that bus driver thinks we're trying to get ahead of them to seem better.

I wonder if my bus driver is doing it on purpose. Maybe she doesn't care. Maybe she gave up on caring. I hope not. That's just depressing. Maybe the two bus drivers are friends, and they do this all the time. And talk about it later over a cold beer.

Maybe that's the person my bus driver talks to on the phone every morning.

Or maybe she has a lover. That's romantic. But he's probably not any prince charming.

Well, maybe to her. But that's nice too.

When you see a movie trailer, do you see the movie or maybe what it took to be a movie?

I think: I wonder how much it costs to make these trailers. Someone has to make it. Give it the perfect music. Highlight the best scenes, show a little bit of conflict and leaving enough anticipation to form into some green at the box offices.

The director did a good job though. Haha, I wonder if the bad directors know that they're bad. I mean... Like the fat people hired in movies to play the fat role. I mean, you have to feel kind of bad for yourself. Hahaha, but maybe not! Some people don't even mind. I mind.

My friend told me today that I should hope someday some movie ever needs a guy with gauges.

I'd be that guy. Because I don't have "normal ears" anymore. He's right! That's what sucks.

OH WELL. "I feel relieved to let repetition save me."

Some time's depression doesn't make sense to me.

It almost, angers me. For me anyways.

I have it so much better than so many people.

And I don't just mean compared to little starving babies.

Even to people I know now.

I've got it so good.