No One's Home And The Weather's Fine

Sometimes you sit at a desk, you put up a little metal pole on pile of scaffolding, and you wait for lightening to strike. Sometimes the weather is just too nice and you try to make lightening yourself out of empty tomato paste cans and paperclips, the odd brass plated 1 inch shank fastener.

Sometimes you walk down the street and a particularly good song pops onto the headphones, let's say T. Rex's Ballrooms of Mars, and you just see yourself practically floating down the street and singing at the top of your lungs. Other folks around begin an impromptu, but meticulously choreographed dance routine; the lot of you threatening to banish the nonbelievers with the sheer power of your musictude.

Sometimes you wish you hadn't ordered the meatloaf. Sometimes you wonder if a 2 Disc Special Edition is really necessary.

Sometimes you wish that you had somehow documented every day of your life, just the mundane stuff like the first sudoku puzzle you did, or that time you went to the store and the checker reminded you that the eggs were a buy one get one free deal and he sent the less than quick bagboy to run get you another dozen - and you sort of doubted that the gaping mouthed bag boy really went through the effort of checking those eggs for you. Sometimes you wish you hadn't told that girl you were tight with FBI agents 'cause now she won't leave you alone about it.

Sometimes you remember that time up on top of that steep, grassy hill and how you wanted to run down it, roll down it, but you didn't. Sometimes you remember a whole slew of people thinking you were an ass faced moron for that one thing - but you remember that thing with the biggest possible smile.

Sometimes you wish you hadn't worried so much about freaking them out by telling them how much you care.

Sometimes you want to eat regret with a nice spicy peanut sauce and then laugh and point when you poop it out.

Sometimes you want to be coated in carnauba wax and floated on a calm sea of blueberry liqueur. Sometimes you want to jump into one of those ball pits but filled with freshly roasted coffee beans.

Sometimes a nice, subtle red will go well with fish.