Vortexia's Secret

if you didn't get home from a trip until late and didn't have time to get your life back in order for the next day, don't invite people to traipse into your bedroom. i made that mistake earlier today... and just now realized. as so many non-washer/dryer-owners in the under 35 category do, i brought home my dirty laundry when i went home. i washed it around midnight before heading out of town. shoved it all back in my bag and off i went. i know the laundry bag is around here somewhere, but it's still packed and is a low priority at the moment. so last night i just threw my undies over by the closet after my shower. i'd put them in the laundry once i found it. no big deal.

oops. i knew there was a possibility that a couple friends might drop by during the day and hang in the living room, so i made a feeble attempt to make it look semi-presentable. the mail was in a stack and the grocery store items that did not yet have a home were sitting nicely in their bag. i figured it would be forgiven. of course, the bathroom is accessed through the bedroom. my friend had to pee. i said no problem. didn't think about it. oh well. i'm normally neat. i just am bad at unpacking in a timely fashion. especially at midnight. when i have to get up in the morning. when i feel like i just spent the majority of the day in the back seat of a car with somebody who i'm realizing can be catty. obsessed with others' weight, including my own. obsessed with checking on what i was doing. obsessed with worry about whether i could drive the freeway at night, if i knew the route back, if i had ever taken the alternate route, if i knew what the exit was like. i tried to keep my sanity. i think i did fairly well. i remembered that it wasn't just me. she did this with nearly everyone. call it a quirk, an eccentricity. other than that the weekend was fun. the week i guess was pretty good. i need more time at the beach. i'm a beach kind of person. a city girl, yet a beach babe as well.


i realized with a little horror earlier today that there is some redeeming merit to country music. i used to abhor it. i'm still not the number one fan by any means... i guess i've always been a rock chick... but i've slowly been exposed to select decent songs by a certain person who is wanting me to see that it's not all bad. and i don't like admitting defeat, but it isn't all bad. i think it's mostly because some things can trigger memories in my own life that are good, or warm fuzzy stories that others have told me. like i remember J telling me that he remembered and loved all the things that are talked about in that song that mentions stretch armstrong and growing up and stuff. he was cute enough when he told me about it, that it still can make me smile a little. anyway, i sadly saw a tiny bit more in it tonight. it used to be a more love it/hate it genre, but it eventually started mainstreaming with country-pop hits and country infused songs. and there were always the cross overs who did the gender bender of music... country rock. but anyway, i realized that you are more likely to get country songs that talk about the joys and good things in life. i love and survive on my rock, but if you're happy, you don't usually want a song to make you angry or bring you down. it only happens rarely, but it could happen. and since i'm getting over-saturated with rap on the "popular" stations, i'm finding that decent songs are only playing on my rock stations and the b-list presets, which is where country is located on my radio. i'd say there are a dozen or so songs i'd listen to, and it slowly grows, although there are still some songs that make me lunge for the opportunity to change the station again. i do have my limits.

P.S. Keep them in your prayers.