Day 31: Shooting for the Moon, Stars, and Pizza

Before I go off another deep-end here, I have to tell you that my little rants the past 2 days were somewhat in theory. I'm thankful for all of my friends and family and know how fortunate I am to have them. I didn't realize they were all actually reading this, I figured everyone would fall off after about day 10 or not even bother like my brother (? Are you out there, too?). I was basically exaggerating little perceived annoyances. I wish the stalkers weren't so real, though. The blue truck lady hunting me down and trying to run me off the road really scared me on Sunday.

A close friend of mine seemed utterly surprised when she found out I was still unemployed. I didn't tell her that I was on vacation for 2 weeks and that the rest of the time has been a huge celebration for me. The celebration of getting my life back and alleviating the dull thud in my head called stress. And just celebrating the invention of the 8-pack (you drink 2 and you still have a 6-pack left, I wish I came up with that idea). Life is good. And there is no way in hell that I'm going back to 9-5 or even shiftwork. I can't do it. I think that is for aliens and half of my friends are aliens. I need this time to shoot for the stars because I'm telling you, this might be my last chance. I feel like time is getting away from me. My only anxiety right now is having this backfire on me and end up working as a secretary or grocery store clerk. That will end me. I will get fat, bored, and have cats. Lots and lots of cats. But here's to unrealistic goals...

So yes, I'm shooting for the moon, stars, and the little pizza place on the corner. I will die trying to get something spectacular and travel to the ends of the earth to find my place in this boring world. I will eat pizza everyday. I'm in love with this part of my life, even if I don't have money for the pizza. The good times are rolling and I just have to figure it out from there. One of my epiphanies will pan out. I'm just hoping my tragedies (including another possible photo radar ticket on Whitemud Dr. last night in the construction zone before you get to the WEM. But it was worth it...) will help you guys move past some trivial moments as well. I say, what doesn't kill you will just piss you off. Now I have to go argue with one of my friends on Facebook because I really have nothing better to do. I swear to god she likes my ex-boyfriend better than me. I don't remember him going to kindergarten with her or telling her she looked great in those corduroy pants even though they made her ass look like a house. And I hate corduroy.