Random.

Still random.

I think I'm in love with Piper Perabo. I think I want to marry her.

She was perfect for Coyote Ugly.

I liked her in that but I loved Maria Bello more. My love for Piper has just taken place now with the new show "Covert Affairs" on USA. I'm not sure why now and not then it just is. I guess she's "matured" in her look just enough that she doesn't seem like a kid any more and I find her more attractive. Plus I like her charactor being confident and kicking ass more than being sheepish.

But yes, she was perfect for Coyote Ugly.

I'm bored. Maybe I should go to bed.

I'm glad talking to me has that effect on you.

Sigh.

Had a conversation a couple days ago with a dude who was at the Alice Cooper concert at SBD. He said it was one of the best concerts he had ever been to... and he's been to many. That Frankenstein bit was awesome.

My last boyfriend, if you want to call the asshole that, was back in 2008. Since then, I've been out on one date. WTF do my friends feel that I'm the person they need to come to talk to about their relationships?

The whole freakin show was awesome. Nice to have met you... text ignorer.

Why do you hate me?

Because you've had a lot of time on your hands to observe without bias. People probably consider you a good source because of that.

I live in a small town. I drove by the fire station the other day and caught a glimpse of our town's volunteer fire-fighters. They appear to average about 5'9, 275 pounds. Don't get me wrong, I respect these people volunteering to do something that could potentially put their lives in jeopardy, but I can't help, but feel terrified of having a house fire after seeing them all grouped up outside talking to eachother while simultaneously giving each other inadvertent belly-bumps. Not only did I observe these guys' physiques, but I know them personally. The types of dudes that had no mobility in gym class. I would just tear them up in dodgeball. If I ever suspect that there is a fire in my house, I will probably just call a bunch of my friends to help me. With most of these volunteer fire fighters we have in town, I find it difficult to imagine them hoisting themselves into a fire truck, let alone climb ladders and attempt to save lives.

I'm telling you, there better not ever be a fire in my house or I will totally flip shit.

Screw loneliness.

Sometimes, when my daughters are screaming and yelling for extended periods of time, I long for loneliness.

But then I think about my Freshman year of college when my best friend who was supposed to be my roommate, bailed out and signed up for the Air Force, leaving me at a private college, with absolutely noone on campus that I knew. Long story short, loneliness does need to be screwed.